{"quotes":[{"text":"I might be the hazardous waste site that polluted it, but Cape Breton Island is still my home.","author":"Rebecca McNutt","tags":["canada","canada-day","cape-breton","coal","country","hazardous","home","life","living","nova-scotia","patriot","pollution","steel","sydney-tar-ponds","toxic"],"id":6498,"author_id":"Rebecca+McNutt"},{"text":"Alecto, have you noticed how downhill this little island is becoming?” Mandy questioned sadly. “All these organic food stores and yoga studios and cellular phone towers… Cape Breton was one of the only places left where it still had that nostalgic small town atmosphere but now… I’ve only been away for a year, how could things have changed so quickly? I mean, how can the world accept it?”“C'est la vie,” said Alecto, looking extremely tired as he stared out the window at the late November maple keys fluttering down from vibrantly red trees lining the streets on either side of the windshield.","author":"Rebecca McNutt","tags":["canada","cape-breton","car","cell-phone","change","digital","drive","environmental","life","modernity","nostalgia","nova-scotia","organic","street","technology","tower","windshield","yoga"],"id":29417,"author_id":"Rebecca+McNutt"},{"text":"You’re innocent until proven guilty,” Mandy exclaimed, unable to hide her gleeful smile. She missed the way people used to have normal conversations, used to be more caring for each other than themselves, back in the Seventies and Eighties. These days, she realized, neighbors kept to themselves, their kids kept to themselves, nobody talked to each other anymore. They went to work, went shopping and shut themselves up at home in front of glowing computer screens and cellphones… but maybe the nostalgic, better times in her life would stay buried, maybe the world would never be what it was. In the 21st century music was bad, movies were bad, society was failing and there were very few intelligent people left who missed the way things used to be… maybe though, Mandy could change things. Thinking back to the old home movies in her basement, she recalled what Alecto had told her. “We wanted more than anything else in the world to be normal, but we failed.” The 1960’s and 1970’s were very strange times, but Mandy missed it all, she missed the days when Super-8 was the popular film type, when music had lyrics that made you think, when movies had powerful meanings instead of bad comedy and when people would just walk to a friend’s house for the afternoon instead of texting in bed all day. She missed soda fountains and department stores and non-biodegradable plastic grocery bags, she wished cellphones, bad pop music and LED lights didn’t exist… she hated how everything had a diagnosis or pill now, how people who didn’t fit in with modern, lazy society were just prescribed medications without a second thought… she hated how old, reliable cars were replaced with cheap hybrid vehicles… she hated how everything could be done online, so that people could just ignore each other… the world was becoming much more convenient, but at the same time, less human, and her teenage life was considered nostalgic history now.Hanging her head low, avoiding the slightly confused stare of the cab driver through the rear view mirror, she started crying uncontrollably, her tears soaking the collar of her coat as the sun blared through the windows in a warm light.","author":"Rebecca McNutt","tags":["bully","canada","cape-breton","cars","convenient","crazy","crying","death","digital","dying","earth","environment","gone","grief","insane","leaving-home","lonely","loss","medications","mental-illness","misery","moving","nostalgia","nova-scotia","old-school","reporter","retro","sad","stop","stuck","taxi","trapped"],"id":47102,"author_id":"Rebecca+McNutt"},{"text":"I pulled the sheet off their faces. Their faces were black with coal dust and didn't look like anything was wrong with them except they were dirty. The both of them had smiles on their faces. I thought maybe one of them had told a joke just before they died and, pain and all, they both laughed and ended up with a smile. Probably not true but but it made me feel good to think about it like that, and when the Sister came in I asked her if I could clean their faces and she said, 'no, certainly not!' but I said, 'ah, c'mon, it's me brother n' father, I want to,' and she looked at me and looked at me, and at last she said, 'of course, of course, I'll get some soap and water.'When the nun came back she helped me. Not doing it, but more like showing me how, and taking to me, saying things like 'this is a very handsome man' and 'you must have been proud of your brother' when I told her how Charlie Dave would fight for me, and 'you're lucky you have another brother'; of course I was, but he was younger and might change, but she talked to me and made it all seem normal, the two of us standing over a dead face and cleaning the grit away. The only other thing I remember a nun ever saying to me was, 'Mairead, you get to your seat, this minute!","author":"Sheldon Currie","tags":["accident","black","brother","canada","cape-breton","coal","coal-mine","death","depression","disaster","dusty","face","father","fear","friendship","grief","grit","hospital","joke","lonely","loss","lost","mine","mourning","nova-scotia","nun","religion","rock","sadness","smile","soul","teenage","wash"],"id":61726,"author_id":"Sheldon+Currie"},{"text":"Kipster is a perfectly valid word,” Wendy argued, about to write down her score on the little notepad that had come with the game. “Okay, so what does it mean?” Mandy wanted to know. Wendy struggled to come up with an answer, and finally just changed the subject with school gossip. Mandy found herself just ignoring it… it always sounded the same, the same events, same rumors, same secrets, same affairs, but never anything of interest to her.“Well Sarah’s on drugs again and that’s why she did it in Mario’s backseat, but now she might be pregnant, oh, and that messed-up Seth kid’s been cutting himself again so he was sent away to Halifax last week, and there’s a festival in Wolfville but Kathy won’t go because Audrey-Rose is going to be there and they hate each other, and….”Mandy had learned two years ago to detach herself from gossip; she’d learned it from Jud’s death. Wendy may have been eighteen years old but she could be immature on the best of days.","author":"Rebecca McNutt","tags":["1980-s","80-s","argue","baby","boring","bullying","canada","cape-breton","coming-of-age","drama","drama-queen","eating","eighties","fighting","funny","game","gossip","growing-up","kipster","maturity","nostalgia","nova-scotia","pollution","rumors","scary","scrabble","self-harm","suicide","teenage","words"],"id":62178,"author_id":"Rebecca+McNutt"},{"text":"Smile for the camera, pretty little Sydney Tar Ponds.","author":"Rebecca McNutt","tags":["camera","canada","cape-breton","little","nova-scotia","photography","picture","prett","smile","sydney-tar-ponds"],"id":100847,"author_id":"Rebecca+McNutt"},{"text":"They think I’m not entirely ‘grounded in reality’, they say. They want me to go to some live-in nerdy activity ranch thing for troubled Canadian youth, that one out in Ontario where you come back programmed like some robot, dressed in a tye-dyed shirt and eating tuna sandwiches,” Mandy explained, a horrified look on her face. “You’re eighteen, not twelve! Would they really send you to some rat’s nest like that?” Wendy questioned in mock horror. “Aw hell no, if you get sent there, they’ll make you hold hands and sing songs about caring! And they’ll force you to recycle everything in blue canisters, and to discuss your emotions in front of groups of bratty little dopes!”“Dear god, they’ll have geeky youth wiener roasts at night, and no locks on the doors!” Mandy added, eyes wide. “…It’ll be the day pigs fly, my parents have the camp brochure on the fridge but they’ll never go through with sending me there. They always forget.","author":"Rebecca McNutt","tags":["bad","canada","center","coming-of-age","family","friendship","humor","locks","nostalgia","nova-scotia","ontario","pressure","preteen","rebel","reprogramming","self-help","sleepaway","straight-camp","summer-camp","teen","troubled","tuna-sandwich","wiener-roast"],"id":101238,"author_id":"Rebecca+McNutt"},{"text":"Tell yourselves whatever you’d like, but I’m afraid it doesn’t make it true,” Mearth sighed, beginning to look impatient. “Step aside Mandy, I have to remediate him, otherwise you’ll find yourself in a whole mess of trouble.”“You can’t do this, it’s wrong,” Mandy insisted.“You don’t have a choice, Mandy! Either you let his life compromise the lives of everybody else in the world, or you let me remediate him and get it over with,” Mearth icily declared.“…Do what she says, Mandy Valems….” Alecto added, standing up and staring with glazed eyes at Mearth.“I can’t,” said Mandy.“…Go away!” Alecto shouted at her suddenly, glaring with narrowed eyes, speaking in a voice that hardly sounded like his own. “Get out of here, Mandy Valems! I hate you, I want you to leave me alone! Go home and don’t ever come back here!”“I….” Mandy started, looking totally shocked.“I said I hate you, don’t you understand anything? Go away, get out of here!” Alecto repeated menacingly, stepping forward in a threatening manner. He looked like a mad dog, shivering as he chased her away from his site. She tearfully took off running, seeming both shocked and horrified, and he watched her leave for a moment with a blank expression, his dark eyes hollow. He looked like he was going to black out, but Mearth walked quickly towards him, for once not smiling at all. If it weren’t for her eyes, she would’ve looked like a person. “That was very cruel of you to do, Sydney Tar Ponds. I thought you loved her,” she disappointedly exclaimed.“I do love her, she’s my friend, and that’s why I said that stuff to her,” Alecto replied forlornly. “None of it’s true, I don’t hate her at all… but I know what’s going to happen and I don’t want her to see it, so I lied to her and told her I hated her… can you explain to her after… why I said all that to her?","author":"Rebecca McNutt","tags":["canada","death","depression","dog","dying","earth","environment","faith","friendship","grief","help","hope","illness","life","loss","love","nova-scotia","pollution","rescue"],"id":106387,"author_id":"Rebecca+McNutt"},{"text":"And what if the other kids laugh at me?” Kerry complained to her parents as she nibbled on a piece of toast that morning. “I have a Cape Breton accent! They’ll know I’m from Canada and they’ll start asking me if I lived in an igloo or ate maple syrup, bacon and seal meat every day!”“You’re really overreacting,” Susan chuckled, sipping on a glass of orange juice. “Canada is a lot like the States and the only thing separating both countries is an imaginary boarder! If anyone laughs at you, tell them it doesn’t snow year-round, you got free health care while you were there and that you never rode a polar bear to school. Besides, do you know how many popular movies and TV shows from the States were filmed in Canada?”“It’s not just the Canada stuff mom,” Kerry sighed worriedly. “I’m from Dym, it’s an industrial dump!”“Yeah, and have you looked at Pittsburgh lately?” Susan asked. “Full of coal mines and steel mills, just like Sydney was when we lived there! I actually rather came to like the pollution, I don’t think I’d ever want to leave it.","author":"Rebecca McNutt","tags":["bully","canada","cape-breton","funny","girl","joke","morning","nostalgia","nova-scotia","parents","pittsburgh","polar-bear","school","seal","stereotype","teen","teenager","united-states","weird","wisdom"],"id":111292,"author_id":"Rebecca+McNutt"},{"text":"With Pollution, emotion is irrelevant, it is not their nature,” Mearth sighed, making a face as if she were talking to an ignorant small child. “I didn’t create them, humans created the Pollution. Cheryl Nobel, Alecto Steele, Albert Sanders, Olivia Campbell, all my pretty little Representations, there aren’t many of them left these days but they’re still very dangerous! They’re here to tell society all about its mistakes! You don’t understand the world of Representations.","author":"Rebecca McNutt","tags":["alberta","canada","cape-breton","chemicals","chernobyl","coal","death","disturbing","dying","earth","entity","environment","fear","green","grief","hazardous","hippie","imaginary","imagination","loss","love-canal","mother-earth","nature","nova-scotia","pollution","recycle","representation","scared","smog","steel","storm","suicide","sydney-tar-ponds","tar","tar-sands","toxic-waste"],"id":111589,"author_id":"Rebecca+McNutt"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":29,"pages":3,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}