Break From Reality. Daily.
The last thing he gave me was his heart. It tasted like a kiss. Sounded like a promise. One hundred suns later, it became my exile. A spear of starlight driven so precisely between the scales covering my chest, my heart shattered against the horizon, scattering into a million silver fragments across the heavens. The Celestial…
This story is by DeAnna Shae and was part of our 2025 Fall Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. In the end, there was more blood than body. More of her staining my skin, than was left inside her. The crimson pool bloomed across the pavement, coating my calloused palms, soaking…
This story is by DeAnna Shae and was part of our 2022 Fall Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. This is not where I intended to start this story, locked in a room with Dr. I-Do-Ten-Push-Ups-Between-Every-Patient. His steel gray eyes peer into my soul as my Good Vibes t-shirt lies about…
