She can see the future, her name is Jill Morie. They are Peculiars, they exist. And this is their tale. ***** Jill Morie, the girl who can see the future, never wants her power and believes that every event in the universe is already determined. Until one day, she decided to interfere with fate to compensate for her guilt. And this is the beginning of her quest. She then discovered that there are other beings like her who have exceptional abilities and a secret organization called 'Memoire' who hunts them down. -- THE PECULIARS' TALE (Wattys 2015 Winner) Genre: Scifi, Action, Young Adult, Mystery-Thriller Status: Completed

This collection tells of life, pain, suffering, and sometimes even happiness. I hope you will enjoy. Thanks to @wendythestoryteller , a super talented writer and artist, for making this brilliant cover! Highest rank: #3 IN VIGNETTE! Featured on @flashfic 's The BreakRoom reading list. Part of the Wattpad Block Party 2017. RtL was a Wattpad featured story. My piece, Breaking Up With Anne, was published in the anthology Conversations by Kingston University Press. https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/KUPress/popular © Christine Bottas. All rights reserved 2015-2020.

During the first 30 years of my journalistic career in the second half of the 20th century, good jobs of all kinds were available all over Canada. Those of us born in the 1930s and early '40s were in great demand because our generation was very small when the post-World War II boom began. I earned generous fees working mainly freelance at home or in the offices of clients. "GLIMPSES..." is the story of all the stories my work involved: the who, what, when, where, why, and how of people I met, our society's attitudes, my networks, lessons learned, mistakes made, many good times and some very bad ones. I hope to reveal how it felt to be a Canadian worker from the 1950s until about 2000, to provide perspective on why those years were the way they were, and perhaps offer clues as to how they led us to Now. (Note that chapters become shorter as the tale grows longer.)