Break From Reality. Daily.
This story is by Eve Garnier and was part of our 10th Anniversary Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. Everyone would agree that, despite being peculiar, Randall Apogee, himself, was a very good-looking fellow. He was a small thin man, slightly formed, with dark hair, dark but shinning eyes and…
This story is by Eve Garnier and was part of our 2020 Fall Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. “C‘est une belle mort, celle de mourir en mer.” I said in a sigh, leaning against the ship’s baluster next to Amit. “I beg you pardon?” He asked, a frown distorting…
This story is by Eve Garnier and was part of our 2020 Summer Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. Today was Cristóbal’s thirty-ninth day at sea aboard a 38-foot sailing boat named The Singleton. They both circle two times the world together, and he knew it was the last one….
This story is by Eve Garnier and was part of our 2019 Summer Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. Steps resonated in the corridor. Dressed in his navy uniform, Bartholomew Bellamy was trying to find his superior. A request from the governor who was about to make a little speech to…
This story is by Eve Garnier and was part of our 2018 Fall Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. 4 November 1898. Matthew accepted to be my new subject of study. I wouldn’t think he would agree since he never understood my interest in the supernatural phenomenon until he became…
This story is by Eve Garnier and was part of our 2018 Fall Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. 4 November 1898. Matthew accepted to be my new subject of study. I wouldn’t think he would agree since he never understood my interest in the supernatural phenomenon until he became…
This story is by Eve Garnier and was part of our 2018 Summer Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. Sitting in a rocking chair on the terrace of the sheriff’s office, the vice sheriff was taking a break from his shift. His hands tensed on the shotgun resting on his…
