Margaret Todd
Bio
I grew up in the countryside of Northern Ontario for most of my life. I come from a mixed heritage background with my Anishinaabe roots holding the strongest. I believe animals and nature are essential factors in everyday life.
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Maskwa Legend
Geometrical shapes whispered from a dark ceiling above. A soft white blanket started dusting over the terrain. It was only midday; it should have been more well-lit than it was. The crystallized flakes glistened in the light emitted from the house. She pulled her cashmere wrap snugger over her delicate shoulders. November could be unforgiving in the Northern ranges of Manitoba. God’s River is an isolated wilderness, the principal settlement of the Manto Sipi Cree.
By Margaret Todd5 years ago in Fiction
Investigative Duo
The half-empty glass of whiskey sitting on the large oak desk had become lukewarm. A ring formed below the crystal-like glass where it sat day after day on the smooth surface. It had become a new tradition every night for the last two weeks. A caramel apple soy candle flickered in the now darkened office, the saccharine scent enveloping the entire room. Justine's head rested on her arm as she slept over an open case file.
By Margaret Todd5 years ago in Fiction
Lonely Road
J une 16th, 2100. I stared down at the small broken body that lay dying in my arms. In her hand, she held the blood-covered heart-shaped locket I had given her on her 12th birthday before our parents had died six years ago. I should have stayed with her in the small broken-down shelter we had found off the main road. It was not much, and slowly was deteriorating, but it kept us safe from most of the elements. But as a warrior, I did not stay, I chose to go and fight in a battle that was not even my own. I arrived home that night to see her attackers defiling her body. She was beaten to the brink of death. I saw red at that moment and slaughtered each one of them without a care in the world. I just sat there in a pool of those monster's blood while I held my dear sister as she took her last breaths. I shouted as loud as I could into the heavens and the sky opened in a wild force pouring down on the scene around me. I vowed that day to never stop destroying the cruelty that had survived the fall of the world.
By Margaret Todd5 years ago in Fiction
