Break From Reality. Daily.
This story is by Chris LaRoche and was part of our 2022 Spring Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. Penny wrung her hand tighter and tighter, strangling a brochure in her fist. The Institute, helping those who can’t help themselves. Really? You think it would be more crowded in here. …
This story is by Chris LaRoche and was part of our 2021 Spring Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. Jack checked his watch as he rapped on the steering wheel, trying to keep time to Jimmy Page’s solo. He was so late. Again. He knew he was running out of…
This story is by Chris LaRoche and was part of our 2020 Fall Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. The Harvest Moon hung low in the velvety night sky, its deep orange glow cresting the slate roofline of the Victorian Mansion, stretching shadows to eerie proportions. Twin turrets reached across…
This story is by Chris LaRoche and was part of our 2020 Summer Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. Annie stood outside her childhood home with a profound sense of despair, staring in futility at the battered structure, knowing full well she would never have the means nor the strength…
by Chris LaRoche They started just before dawn and continued well into the night, numb to their own existence. The surroundings choked off by thick black clouds of hot dust and debris. The relentless banging and grinding bounced off the striated permafrost walls that dripped with the remains of an ancient ice and echoed off the…
