Break From Reality. Daily.
The bigger the chaos around and in us, the more we wish for a common thread, something to explain things and bind them together into something that makes sense. We name things to tame them: strangers, events, places, even ourselves. I have a sentence, I carried inside for years: “A stranger is an enemy, unless…
This story is by Anne Jacobi and was part of our 2025 Fall Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. There is a haunting photo of my mother as a 4-year-old, standing on the lawn in front of the dead deer. The deer’s black eye is staring at the child, and at…
This story is by Anne Jacobi and was part of our 2023 Fall Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. The Word It began with a dream. “Scary,” she said aloud, opening her eyes. There had been nothing. No up or down, no past or future. No hope. “Nothingness!” The word stayed…
