Marie Wilson
Bio
Harper Collins published my novel "The Gorgeous Girls". My feature film screenplay "Sideshow Bandit" has won several awards at film festivals. I have a new feature film screenplay called "A Girl Like I" and it's looking for a producer.
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Scottie. Top Story - May 2025.
Scott Monroe Baker was made of sunlight and stardust. And he was my best friend. We spent much of our youth together, tripping in and out of each other’s lives, living together, travelling separately, sending letters, meeting up again with open arms.
By Marie Wilson10 months ago in Pride
Diplomas Flambé. Runner-Up in 500 Word Shockwave Challenge. Top Story - April 2025.
Opening the old notebook, an aroma flutters from its pages: not mold, not dust, but love gone sour, the ripe odour of hate. Yet all its pages seem untouched, immaculate as unruffled snow, a virgin notebook. Then I glimpse his scrawl on a few pages in the middle. There’s the stench.
By Marie Wilson11 months ago in Fiction
Teacher. Runner-Up in The Metamorphosis of the Mind Challenge. Top Story - March 2025.
Like a 1960s version of Tom Sawyer, my big brother got me to purple-wash the beige walls of our parents’ former conjugal quarters. Our dad had moved out of the house and our mom had turned the den into her new bedroom.
By Marie Wilsonabout a year ago in Psyche
Black Cross Nurses
In the good old days in Canada, prospective Black nurses were told to go to the United States, as they were not permitted to study nursing in Canada, at least not until the middle of the 2oth century. American schools began allowing Black folks into nursing in the 1870s but very few were admitted to their schools.
By Marie Wilsonabout a year ago in History
The Lilac Tree. Runner-Up in Echoes of the Year’s Lessons Challenge.
See that top photo? That's the view from my front stoop - or, it was the view. One day, this past summer, a neighbour cut down the lilac tree that sits center stage in that shot. That ethereal mauve wonder is now just a few short sticks poking out of the ground.
By Marie Wilsonabout a year ago in Motivation
Dear Nadia
When I was a teen I enrolled in dance classes because I loved to dance. But those lessons were jazz, hot and crazy, and I wanted something more like Isadora Duncan, free and flowing. But in my Vancouver suburb, I could not find such classes. When I turned twenty, I moved to Toronto in search of an acting career. And in my quest to fine-tune my instrument by studying dance I discovered the Pavlychenko Studio.
By Marie Wilsonabout a year ago in Humans
Timothy. Top Story - November 2024.
I’m sitting on the floor of the high school gym, yawning at the monotone promises of Student Council candidates. Picking the neon-pink polish from my nails, I glance up to see a young man dressed in white robes stepping up to the podium. Suddenly, I’ve forgotten my nails. The hubbub in the audience goes up a notch as this bearded presidential hopeful announces that his campaign speech will be a reading from John Lennon: In His Own Write.
By Marie Wilsonabout a year ago in Humans
Sapphire Jewel
“You’re not a bird,” Mona’s sibling admonished, “stop jumping out of trees and trying to fly.” Eight year old Mona whimpered as a fresh bag of ice was placed on her sprained ankle. “I declare you Sapphire Jewel - not Mona, not a bird, but a very powerful witch.” Mona stopped moaning. She became Sapphire Jewel and her only sib became Amethyst Jewel.
By Marie Wilson2 years ago in Fiction
