T’s Story Pt 3 – Chilliwack Chief’s Game

 After school on a Friday evening of September, I decided I was going to drive down to see some friends and then go to the Chilliwack Chiefs game later. The day was great, we spent time at the lake, went on our usual adventures around town, and got caught up on life updates.  After dinner,…

T’s Story Pt 2

This is Pt 2 of the story of a girl who was trafficked as a child. Pt 1 addressed the actual trafficking and can be found HERE. This story continues into high school.. 3 years after the trafficking ended.. when she was sexually assaulted and harassed at school. There is one more part to this…

T’s Story Pt 1 – Child Trafficking in the Fraser Valley

*** THIS STORY COMES WITH A HEAVY TRIGGER WARNING ***  Prelude I grew up in a very religious household. I went to a private school, church was mandatory every Sunday, and bible study was every Wednesday. From the outside life looked great. In school I had A honours and would always get comments on how…

Short Stories Pt 2

Principal’s Office I remember getting ready for school that day. I was in grade 6. It was picture day. I put on my favourite dress, straightened my hair, and I felt good. Everything that day was going great. A lot of my friends were wearing tank tops or low cut tops with a cute cardigan…

S’s Story

* This story comes with a trigger warning for sexual content, drugs, depression and other mature subject matter. * What I’ve been told by multiple people is that “I allowed it to happen to me”.  First year university – that’s when I met (Guy1).  (Guy1) goes to a big local university and is on one…

B’s Story

*** TRIGGER WARNING – MINOR ASSULT DETAILS AND MATURE SUBJECT MATTER. *** He was someone I knew since I was five and she was someone I knew since I was four. We all grew up together, in the same classes from k-5. We always had each other’s backs, until the summer going into grade six. …

A’s Story

I was in grade 8 when this happened to me  I was hanging out with this guy, let’s call him Jack, just as friends. We had hung out a few times now with other people. Sometimes it was just us, but usually it was in a group.  I thought we were just going to hang…

Poetry From Amsterdam – Riley-Ann Holm

A glimpse into the collection *trigger warning – depression, ptsd, mature subject matter* Hi friends! R here 🙂 The week after my big incident, I spent a week in Amsterdam to get away and process what had happened (I had lived in Amsterdam for a while before and it is truly a safe place for…

L’s Story

My story goes back so far, I can’t even remember.  My survival technique was disassociation. That means I separated my conscious mind from my body – so most of my childhood memory, during the times of my abuse, is hidden deep in my subconscious. I was a child, just starting school, when the grooming began….

Short Stories Pt 1

What’s Wrong? When I was in grade 4 maybe.. I went to a friend’s house. She had a brother who was a year or two older. We were going to go outside in the sprinkler because it was a hot day. I went to change into my bathing suit in her room and she went…