Break From Reality. Daily.
“You can’t?” Zoe’s stomach bottomed out. This was why she’d called to check. The lady on the phone had said they’d be able to take it to her door. “Without an elevator how am I meant to…?” “Sorry.” The delivery driver shrugged. “Company policy, can’t take things up any stairs.” Zoe’s eyes stung and her…
This story is by Emily Courte and was part of our 2022 Fall Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. Hazel scowled as the mover walked right through her, boots muddying the hideous floral carpet stairs she lounged on. Just more people to ruin her peace and quiet when she’d just gotten…
This story is by Emily Courte and was part of our 2022 Spring Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. It was the same that day. The same as the day before. And the one before that. The same cavernous emptiness on the bed beside her. The same emptiness inside herself….
