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…

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…

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…

By David Wylie It was a sunny fall afternoon when the couple arrived at their home, far away from the city. June clapped her hands enthusiastically, rose on her toes and kissed her husband’s neck. Her husband, Tom, smiled happily and lifted her wrist to his lips in a kiss. Once the furniture, a mixture…