David Wylie
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Getting organized
There is something cleansing about getting organized. I can go lengths of time where papers just accumulate. Many are unimportant, but others are things overlooked. Like tonight, I found a parking ticket from a recent visit to Trail. Now I have all my important priorities stuffed into a very important looking beige leather folder; its…
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The toilet trip
A man must face his shittiest fear. By David Wylie Joe hated public toilets. He hated them with as much passion as a man in his thirties could muster against a porcelain seat. But on a sunny Friday afternoon in August, as he drove back to Ottawa with his wife from a visit to Joe’s…
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Who is Piggy?
Ms. Fortune stood at the front of the classroom, back turned to her students, as she wrote some notes about their book assignment on the blackboard. The students were all in detention, and seeing opportunity, began to act out. Jimmy reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of elastic bands and fired them…
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Preview: Children’s Book
The kitchen clock tick-tocked as the seconds passed. James, aged 7, thought that time went too fast. As the clock came closer to chirping out eight, the louder it seemed to resound the boy’s fate. Eight o’clock sharp was James’ bed time. The most awful time for the cuckoo to chime. First he had a…
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