Bruce Curle `
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Greetings! I’m a Canadian writer, certified Life Coach, and actor with a passion for storytelling, creativity, and versatility.
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The Politics of Compromise, Shall We Dance
Luis Peña stood at the office window; his gaze locked on the rain-slicked lawns of Parliament Hill. The storm outside suited the one within. Polls were merciless. Each carefully calculated policy—intended to soothe, to unify—had only deepened the wound. His once-mighty party was in freefall.
By Bruce Curle `4 months ago in Fiction
The Cursed Memory
The Cursed Memory It was late, the kind of late where the world feels empty. The road ahead was well known to everyone; it was the border between two municipalities. During the day, a hectic stretch of road lined with eager merchants, both big and small. My hands rested on the wheel of my ’72 Cortina, the engine humming as Gary Numan’s song “Cars” blasted away with far too much bass on the old a.m. radio.
By Bruce Curle `5 months ago in Fiction
The Macabre Terror Of Boogie Night 79. Content Warning.
Lori looked in the mirror, gave her hair one last fluff, and spun around twice. She thought to herself, “once for style, once for luck.” Tonight was going to be a night of glitter, glamour, and maybe a little trouble. She grabbed her gold clutch, the one that squeaked when it closed, and strutted out into the hallway. This would be the big party night before heading out to a Toronto suburb and her first nursing job.
By Bruce Curle `5 months ago in Fiction
From Pajamas to Pirate Battles
William Sawyer went to bed at the same time every night. Not a minute earlier, not a minute later. His evening routine matched his daytime routine, utterly predictable, painfully ordinary, and completely unremarkable. Nothing ever changed, same tie, same job, same old same old. Nothing ever surprised him. And to be honest, that was exactly how William liked it.
By Bruce Curle `5 months ago in Fiction
Back in the Summer of 77. Top Story - June 2025.
In my youth in British Columbia, I loved to snorkel in the ocean waters. Much of my time was spent when I prepared to attend private school, snorkelling under the White Rock Pier in all sorts of weather. During my youth, crabs were still plentiful around the White Rock Pier and in the rugged breakwater that protected the pier.
By Bruce Curle `7 months ago in Writers
The Politics of Compromise, Shall We Dance
Luis Peña stood at the office window; his eyes fixated on the near-perfect lawns of Parliament Hill. Traditional media declared the polls brutal and urged him to quit in shame, while some social media advocated for his public hanging. Every carefully planned policy seemed to go catastrophically wrong and only deepen public hatred of him. Where democracy once felt sacred, now, it was the stage of his undoing. The beloved politician, who once dominated the polls, was crumbling, and his family name was in shambles.
By Bruce Curle `7 months ago in The Swamp
Children of a Common Mother, What Happened? . Content Warning.
I was born in Canada, and despite travelling around the globe and considering moving to different parts of the world at various points, I will stay in Canada. I will share a few basic thoughts on why the unfortunate mess is raging with our closest neighbours.
By Bruce Curle `10 months ago in The Swamp
