C C Farley
Bio
I love to write fiction, nonfiction and poetry. My short films have been screened at the Commffest Community Festival in Toronto. A 2025 graduate of the SFU Writer's Studio, I just completed a thriller novel.
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The Terror Begins
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen disappeared. I wipe back my tears and think with relief that years from now, villagers may gossip and be in awe about that remarkable event, in which even hardened hearts witnessed the hand of the almighty. But who could foresee that I, the young Sir William, the only son of her majesty, Queen Anne Phillips of the kingdom of Coventry, are but hours away from being tossed into a solitary, dirty cell by his mother’s new lover and confidante, the Earl of Canterbury, Thomas Grey, to be cured of madness I do not have? So, as I look outside my window in my chambers where I am held under house arrest, I take out my pen and paper and write to my friend, who happens to be a barrister.
By C C Farleyabout a year ago in Fiction
In the Face of Adversity: My Mother's Dragon-like Resolve
My mom was born during a time in the 1920's that was rough for Chinese people in Vancouver. There was significant racism and discrimination, and often Chinese immigrants were relegated to jobs that were manual or focused on the service industry. This was my mom's situation at the time.
By C C Farley2 years ago in Confessions
The Faces Of Love That Both Excited And Shocked Me
If you've experienced the ebb and flow of love, count yourself fortunate. Love, a profound emotion seldom taught in schools, is best understood through lived experiences. Through the years, here are some fundamental lessons that love has taught me about life and happiness.
By C C Farley2 years ago in Confessions
A Detective Story
Painful Memories Dick Kingsley nodded politely to Diana Mah, a sprightly 65-year-old, who hunkered nearby, effortlessly pulling up weeds in the neatly manicured front garden. He felt at ease in her presence, and considered her like an old, weathered gray blanket, providing him with a sense of warmth, despite the occasional uncomfortable feeling.
By C C Farley2 years ago in Criminal
My Barbie And I. Top Story - December 2023.
When I was a child, Barbie fascinated me. I tenderly held the blonde-haired doll and admired her sleek, toned body. My tiny hands eased her into colorful pink day dresses, and even the occasional satiny evening gown. I combed her long, shining tresses, while I envied her wide, blue eyes enhanced by thick, painted eyelashes.
By C C Farley2 years ago in Confessions
