Chapter Fourteen

I take my cell phone off the back of the toilet and click the power button, expecting it to light up and show me the time, but remembering sadly—and not for the first time—that the phone died hours ago (or was it days?). I press and hold the button again, hoping that its dead battery might miraculously come to life, but when it inevitably doesn’t, I put the phone back on the tank in a huff and try to get comfortable on the ceramic tiles, leaning back against the hard edge of the bathtub. I close my eyes and extend my legs as I try to relax. Continue reading


Chapter Thirteen

It was half past three in the afternoon, and the bi-monthly meeting of the town’s support group for monsters with social anxiety was winding down. Once again, as with each of the previous four occasions, Esme had been the only attendee. There had been a brief moment of excitement an hour in when a disembodied voice had suddenly blared out of thin air behind her, causing her to think that she’d been joined by an invisible man. She’d been disappointed to find that it was just a podcast blaring out of a mobile phone that someone had left on a table when they visited the little boy’s room. Continue reading

Season One In Review

So.  I would guess that it’s midwinter where you are.  Yule, or Christmas, or whatever name they call it these days.  The preponderance of pagan festivals at this time of year always amuses me.  A literal celebration for having survived this long in a harsh winter!  A welcoming of the return of the sun, or the son, or… Continue reading


Chapter Twelve

“Oh! Mon amour!”

I rush to Pierre’s side as he hits the ground, head thumping hard against the concrete floor of the garage. I momentarily panic at the thought of it breaking open like a soft melon. But it doesn’t—people, it would seem, are sturdier than I remember them—and I cradle his head in my lap. Or, more specifically, the lap of my front hooves. I stroke his hair off his forehead, which is warm and much too moist, and lean my face close to his to make sure he’s breathing. When I feel a small exhalation from his nose, I give a sigh of relief and look over at his friend. Continue reading


Final Chapter For 2017 – Out November 25th

Hey everyone,

The next chapter of Caribou Chronicles will be out on Saturday, November 25th, as opposed to this weekend. It’s going to be last chapter we put out before the holidays—Ben, Pierre, and the rest of the gang will be back in January, 2018—and it’s going to be an extra long edition to hold you over.

So stay tuned for the next instalment and catch you guys soon!


A Shout-out To All Our Quebec Readers

Hey everyone!

If you happen to be in the Montreal area and have nothing to do on Sunday, come by Chapters Pointe-Claire and grab a signed copy of Caitlin Marceau’s coauthored collection Read-Only: A Collection of Digital Horror. She’ll be there to talk about the book (written in collaboration with the talented M. Regan), to talk about Caribou Chronicles, and some really cool projects coming up in 2018.

The signing is going to be this Sunday, November 12th, from 11:00 a.m. to 4:00 p.m., and it should be great fun.

Hope to see you all there!


THE NEWSPAPER AD, by Lambert Muir

Josh made his way on the sidewalk, side-stepping and sliding through the slow throngs of people, passing jamming buskers by. He turned left and then right, continued for two blocks, then turned right into an alleyway dotted by shop and restaurant back doors. The garbage in the containers was baking under the hot summer sun, giving the air within the alley a humid smell of decay. Josh fished out a small piece of paper from his pocket,  the newspaper ad his mother had cut out for him. Her message was clear: there be a job, go get it. The directions on the ad weren’t so clear. It said to get to this alley and look for door number 23. Josh walked up and down the alley without finding the door. He started to turn back, his shirt above his nose to buffer the smell of marinating garbage, when a man called to him from door 23. Continue reading


Coming Soon

In addition to the main storyline which will be released weekly during July 2017 and fortnightly thereafter, we are planning a number of additional stories to add to the Caribou Chronicles world and give other writers the chance to showcase their talent.

We don’t want to restrict people by saying that they can’t include adult themes within their work, but we want to be clear to readers that any content with adult themes will be contained within this Caribou Chronicles: After Dark section of the website.  So be sure to keep one eye on this page for further updates.


Chapter Eleven

I’m sweeping a brush around the floors in food prep half-heartedly when Mike appears out of nowhere and pats me on the shoulder. I jump a mile.

“Sorry Fred, didn’t mean to scare you. Listen, if things don’t pick up soon, you can head off early today. There’s no sense in having more staff around the place than customers.” Continue reading


Chapter Ten

It takes a minute for me to register the pain between my legs, but once my body processes it, it’s like a small fire erupting through my groin and up my back. I cup my hands over myself as I crumple to the ground, making strange mewling sounds that leave everyone—myself included—uncomfortable. As I fall in a heap the rat thing—when did Ben adopt a rat thing?—smacks me hard over the head with the dull end of his spear. I try to cover my bits and my skull with my hands at the same time as the thing lifts his stick to smack me again. Continue reading