Break From Reality. Daily.
I wake, my eyes already wide and bright, sleep as faded as night in the golden sunlight that warms my bed. My mind is on last night’s dream. Three years these dreams have followed me. Sometimes nightly, sometimes weekly, sometimes less, but they’re always about the same thing. Him. The prince. I’ve never met him,…
This story is by Carmella T. Penny and was part of our 2024 Fall Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. WARNING: This story contains descriptions of child abuse. Faeries aren’t born innately evil or good. Faeries associated with the Seelie court don’t have to stay good, and faeries associated with the…
This story is by Carmella T. Penny and was part of our 2023 Fall Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. She was picking flowers. Ruffly yellow daffodils, pungent clover, and wild roses of dark pink and star-white. Her golden tresses of hair mingled with the waving tips of sweet-smelling grass as…
This story is by Carmella T. Penny and was part of our 2022 Fall Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. I used to be afraid of spiders. I used to be afraid of slugs, and centipedes that scurried across the floor faster than a shadow. I was afraid of heights. …
