Chapter One

“I’m calling this meeting of the Happy Farm Friends to order!” Esme gleefully slams the pepperpot down on the rough wooden tabletop to a crescendo of groans.

“I don’t remember agreeing to that name,” Ben says, wincing. The old farmhand slips off his hat and runs a sweaty palm over his silver hair. Continue reading


Chapter Eighteen

“THIS IS FINE!” I scream again, my brain trying to decide if it’s time to panic or time to have a meltdown. The part of me that doesn’t like the idea of being cooked alive in a Tim Hortons has me wanting to sprint from the building, but the part of me that fears sirens and fire-breathing spider queens is fighting equally hard to curl up under a blazing table. Continue reading

Chapter Seventeen

When I’d previously thought of the kind of being with enough power to save the entire world from hostile invasion, I hadn’t considered slight young women about five-feet-tall, wearing ostentatious headscarfs and big sunglasses, who carry their knitting with them in a carpet bag. What’s more, even if I’d had such an imagination, I wouldn’t have foreseen that I’d encounter such a woman rampaging through a local coffee house, yelling that she’d had a bad day and if everyone didn’t just leave her the hell alone, she’d turn them into trifle. Continue reading

Chapter Sixteen

I stare out the window of Ben’s truck as the Tim Horton’s pulls into view. I never thought I’d miss the days where the biggest thing I had to worry about were half-human caribou robbing produce from me, but here we are. I peek into the rearview mirror and watch as the centaurs-not-centaurs gallop after us down the empty road, hooves thundering against the pavement as they charge full speed towards where the supposed secret weapon is enjoying a coffee. Continue reading

We’ll Be Back After A Brief Message From Our Sponsor…

Hey everyone,

Due to some technical difficulties, we’ll be posting the next instalment of Caribou Chronicles on Saturday, May 5th, instead of this weekend. We’re working hard to resolve the issue and will be back with you shortly.

Have a great week and, if you haven’t, be sure to catch up on the season so far and check out the great stories in our Caribou Chronicles: After Dark section.

MOTHER SABLE by Chris Long

Ian Stanley was beginning to become lost in his father’s house.  In many ways, he supposed he’d been feeling that way for years. He’d just been able to ignore the sensation since he’d moved away and spent most of his adult life trying to make sure he didn’t end up back here again.  He’d tried his damnedest to stay away from the house that had taught him distance was the strongest form of safety. Any sort of return felt as if he was squandering the lesson. Continue reading

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