Break From Reality. Daily.
This story is by Claude Bornel and was part of our 2020 Fall Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. Cooking is an art. Diego was not an artist, neither he was eager to become one. Such trait was passed to him by his father, chef Anton, famous in the neighborhood…
This story is by Claude Bornel and was part of our 2020 Summer Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. “Where is it?” The man in front of the mirror said, frowning and staring at his own eyes. His reflection appeared to be bright and colorful and contrasted with the reality…
This story is by Claude Bornel and was part of our 2018 Fall Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. In his ten years on the force, Detective Mayers had seen nothing like it. He stood on the bank of the lake staring at the naked, mutilated body laying close to…
This story is by Claude Bornel and was part of our 2018 Summer Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. James Baker couldn’t count how many times he’d heard people say that lightning never strikes the same place twice. But the ups and downs of his journalistic career had proven such…
This story is by Claude Bornel and was part of our 2018 Spring Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. Harrison Stewart was running against time. He had driven three hours straight until Junction Yeehaw. In less than two, he and his family would be in Tampa. The plan was to…
This story is by Claude Bornel and was part of our 2017 Winter Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. “It will be like old times,” Robert Banks whispered to himself, staring through his glasses at the computer monitor, both hands messing his own hair. It was twenty after six. The journalist…
This story is by Claude Bornel and was part of our 2017 Winter Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. “It will be like old times,” Robert Banks whispered to himself, staring through his glasses at the computer monitor, both hands messing his own hair. It was twenty after six. The journalist…
This story is by Claude Bornel and was part of our 2017 Fall Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. It was still dark as night when John Baker turned left onto Turnpike’s North ramp to drop his son off at school. The radio was on Legends 100.3. Ella Fitzgerald’s “Let’s…
