Author: Josh Ackermann

  Little Robbie dropped closer to the edge of the pool. He clawed at the air, swimming against the tides of gravity, pulling himself towards the water and away from landing on the concrete patio. He lost sight of the woman he was trying to impress by diving off the roof of...

  After jumping off the roof of a mansion, Little Robbie plummeted towards the ground. He was seemingly short of the distance he would need to make a soft landing in the pool. He rocketed downwards about to meet the concrete patio with his face. Time slowed down as he believed...

Our latest episode, Smashed Lover, was inspired by research and personal experience, check out it if you'd like further context for this blog post. A few years ago, I was working on a story about paramedics. I did extensive research: talking to people in the field, reading medical journals, as well...

The last time I came home to my husband, I’d brought groceries into our duplex townhouse on my own. Brown paper bags crinkled as I hung my house keys at the front door. Floorboards creaked underneath as I slipped off my shoes. The door nudged me and I jiggled it...

  A real fight in the Downtown Eastside (DTES) inspired the one I wrote in Pedestrian Monsters: Part Two. I watched it happen as I held my phone with bated breath, conflicted about calling the police. Of course, during this mugging, there was no werewolf. But, a man did pull out a hunting...

  When a person falls towards what seems like their death, their life might flash before their eyes. But depending on how long the drop is, they probably won’t have enough time to watch the whole movie of their life.  Little Robbie had learned this the hard way the second he leapt...

  The pool party crowd cheered as Little Robbie jumped off the mansion roof towards the pool. Katy Hammond stood in the crowd below. She watched him drop. Her mouth stretched wide as she became overwhelmed with feelings of shock and awe. It was as if she couldn't do anything, not even...

  Walking through Vancouver's Downtown Eastside (DTES) was part of my routine every Monday night. This habitual jaunt through the city went on for several years as I attended a local writing group that used to meet in places all around Gastown and Chinatown, and the trip home was always eventful. I...

  As the sirens screamed, the man wiggled his bike pedals through the door frame. The other one, Roger, repeatedly kicked at his partner-in-crime as he said, “Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up.” The man twisting his bike frame, screamed, "Quit hitting me." After giving that warning, he went back to...