Caleb Waddell
Bio
Twenty-eight year old, moderately housebroken fiction writer from Utopia, Ontario. (I know, we aren't known for our modesty) I hope you enjoy my stories of hoodlumism and shenanigans.
Thanks for reading.
Stories (4)
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If You Could
People fascinate me. All my life I’ve loved blowing past the surface level at Mach speeds, to get to what really makes a person tick. The best way to do this: questions, but they have to be the right questions. How many siblings someone has, what town they grew up in, or what their birthday is won’t tell you who they are. Because of this I have a bit of a reputation for asking people things they wouldn’t expect, especially when I’ve just met them. Some of the classics include: If you could have any superpower of your choosing how would you use and abuse it? If soulmates existed, what do you think yours would be like? And if you were on death row, what would you choose as your last meal? A friend from high school answered that last one with mac n’ cheese, and I’ve never looked at him the same.
By Caleb Waddell4 years ago in Journal
Booze
I’ve lost track of all the times someone has asked me why I don’t drink. Not many find themselves jimmying open a window just to sneak into a fraternity ABC kegger without some form of liquid courage. Despite that, four of my ruffian friends and I squeezed through and joined the party. Not long after I found myself flirting with a first year wearing a two-piece made of sour candies. This was all topped off with a hasty escape once one of those friends decided to steal the keg and walk through the front door with it. Chaos ensued.
By Caleb Waddell5 years ago in Humans
