Fires of Fort McMurray
Author’s Note: This story was written in honour of the evacuees of the Fort McMurray fires of 2016. So many…
Where good things happen.
Author’s Note: This story was written in honour of the evacuees of the Fort McMurray fires of 2016. So many…
“It is Christmas Eve,” said Dianne Troll excitedly, as she got out of bed. “Yes,” said Billy, coughing. “Oh no!”…
“Is it wrong to love?” sang Billy Troll, while strumming his guitar. “Is it wrong to feel good?” “I love…
“November blues, November blues,” Billy Troll sang, while strumming his guitar. “Depressing moods, dark days.” “Wow that song sounds pretty…
“Spot,” said Fawn. “Let’s go camping this weekend.” “Bad idea,” said Spot. “Why?” asked Fawn. “It is…
Billy Troll strummed his guitar, while sitting in the kitchen. He just happened to look up at the calendar. …
Billy Troll was strumming his guitar in his studio, one afternoon, about a week before Valentine’s Day. He stopped strumming…
Billy Troll was working on his new Christmas song when his wife, Dianne, came into the room. “How does this…
Dianne Troll was taking parcels into her house from the trunk of her car, when she noticed her elderly neighbour…
“Sweet November nights,” sang Billy Troll, on the front porch of his log cabin. “So dark, yet full of mystery.…
“So how is my little man doing today?” Billy asked his three month old son, who was lying in his…
Dianne and Billy Troll were getting ready to leave for Billy’s concert in the Troll Town park. It was a…