Break From Reality. Daily.
This piece is by David Safford. If you want to win money for college, you have to know how to find scholarships first. Maybe you’re overwhelmed because there are so many places to look and so many chances to get distracted. Or, perhaps, you’re frustrated because you’ve tried finding scholarships, but haven’t come up with…
This piece is by David Safford. the baby’s name wasJune and she went to heaven before she came out a littledifferent, with a beautifulnose and eyes that wouldclose. She didn’t walk‘til Jesus held her hand,but that was after the preacher with the longnose and eyes that wouldbrighten at the mention ofhellburned those four tattoed wordsonto…
This story is by David Safford and was part of our 2018 Summer Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. Stanley Blanc rushed through the waiting room and slammed his palms on the countertop. “I want my ‘Do Over!’” A round, spectacled man stared at him and blinked. “Your appointment isn’t…
Everyone in Whispering Harbor knew that Jeremy Mankin wasn’t fishing with the sharpest hook.
“I heard him mumbling the strangest things,” Judith Matchbox said after finding Jeremy in her vegetable patch. “When I caught him, he was covered in dirt and going on about some damned magical creature. That boy better replace my carrots.”
“He chases things that don’t exist,” the girls in his classes would gossip. “Nobody likes him.” Their words reached the ladies at the salons where it was discussed alongside the latest news.
But it was Frank Toastmaster’s account that the town considered gospel. “Don’t blame the boy,” he once whispered at a Rotary meeting. “Blame the mother.”
Mrs. Mankin wasn’t one for enduring insults. She got Jeremy a job packing groceries at the local market, and then ran over Frank Toastmaster’s mailbox with her car.
