S. E. Linn
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S. E. Linn is an award-winning, Canadian author whose works span creative fiction, non fiction, travel guides, children's literature, adult colouring books, and cookbooks — each infused with humor, heart, and real-world wisdom.
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Vette Regret
Phil and I had been texting for two days — just two — when he invited himself on a four-hour drive from Vancouver to Kamloops to meet me. Time was of the essence. He’d previously wasted a whole week messaging another woman, only to complain that her body wasn’t “appropriately proportioned” enough for him when they met.
By S. E. Linn7 months ago in Fiction
The Chef's Kiss. Top Story - June 2025.
When I met Gord, I thought the dating gods had finally thrown me a bone — or at least a very tender sous-vide filet. He was a real chef, not just one of those "I make a mean grilled cheese" types. Actual whites, actual restaurant, actual ability to pronounce “mirepoix” without spraining his tongue. And he was tall, dark and the spitting image of Alex Rodriguez. Our first two dates? Glorious. Witty banter, delicious food, eye contact that lingered just a beat too long. I was smitten. And probably slightly protein-deficient from eating only appetizers to seem dainty.
By S. E. Linn7 months ago in Fiction
The Ring Collector
They always swiped right, oblivious that their first date would end with a ring on her finger and a body in the morgue. Elena preferred married men—their hearts were promised, and their wedding rings –drops of blood in the dating pool. She smiled— too sharply—her rapacious, emerald eyes glinting in the glow of her cell phone screen as she scrolled through her online POF app.
By S. E. Linn11 months ago in Fiction
The Girl and The Lost Aviators
July 2, 1937 , Somewhere over the Pacific Ocean High above the churning waves of the Pacific Ocean, a sleek, silver Lockheed Electra cut through the air, engines roaring defiantly against the vastness of the sky. Inside the cramped cockpit, Amelia Earhart, her eyes narrowed with focus, gripped the controls as turbulence rattled the frame. Behind her, navigator Fred Noonan scanned the endless expanse of blue, his charts and instruments struggling to make sense of the erratic compass readings.
By S. E. Linn11 months ago in Fiction
