S.E.Linn

Joined June 2021

63 stories

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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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Never there
What I really want to know is why I wound myself again and again, belief rooted in inaction. Heads or tails? A coin I never catch.
By S.E.Linn5 months ago in Poets
Disappearing Ink
“I’m the girl in your poems,” she whispered. No, I thought. You may reach across a lifetime, but her— you will never touch.
By S.E.Linn5 months ago in Poets
Baked and Entered. Content Warning.
I met Hobbes on Tinder. That should’ve been my first clue. He was recently separated, had two young daughters, one the same age as mine, and lived in Valleyview—right near the Fraser River and the train tracks. Romantic, I know. He assured me his ex-wife was long out of the picture and that his marriage had been “sexless for years.” Ah yes, the sacred words of the freshly parted.
By S.E.Linn6 months ago in Humor
Dark Blue
They’ve dressed you in a dark blue suit, tie knotted neat, as if you were on your way to some quiet meeting instead of lying here
By S.E.Linn6 months ago in Poets
How to Disappear
First, stop looking for your reflection in other people’s eyes. Once, you could find yourself there - a flash of light, a held breath, a hunger.
By S.E.Linn6 months ago in Poets
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.Linn8 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.Linn8 months ago in Fiction
The Idea of You
I miss your laugh. I miss your taste. I miss your touch. I miss your face. I saw the red flags— But still I found.
By S.E.Linn9 months ago in Poets
The Unspoken
Nobody talks about the aftermath— the paralyzing echo of silence. Nobody mentions the panic, welling up like cold, muddy groundwater
By S.E.Linn9 months ago in Poets
Boy's a Heart Attack
On a golden Eagle With deep heart scars. Still after ten years, I don’t know who you are. Burnin’ down the miles,
By S.E.Linn10 months ago in Poets
The Man Carousel
Well, hello you, Mr. Charming today? Compliments, flowers, I like Him, I must say. Then there's that other guy, Fickle and bold.
By S.E.Linn12 months ago in Poets
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.Linn12 months ago in Fiction

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Never there

Disappearing Ink

Baked and Entered. Content Warning.

Dark Blue

How to Disappear

Vette Regret

The Chef's Kiss. Top Story - June 2025.

The Idea of You

The Unspoken

Boy's a Heart Attack

The Man Carousel

The Ring Collector

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