Break From Reality. Daily.
This story is by Gary G Little and was part of our 2025 Fall Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. Sitting on a mesquite log near the edge of a dried-up old pond, Casey heard boots crunching on the dry ground behind him. “Pop? You ok? It’s getting dark and we…
This story is by Gary G. Little and was part of our 2024 Spring Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. It seemed like this road went on forever. He turned his head left and right and looked for any change. Nothing. He turned slowly, watching the horizon. No bumps, no…
This story is by Gary G. Little and was part of our 2024 Spring Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. It seemed like this road went on forever. He turned his head left and right and looked for any change. Nothing. He turned slowly, watching the horizon. No bumps, no nothing….
This story is by Gary G. Little and was part of our 10th Anniversary Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. The pickup, long past its prime, bounced and rattled over ruts in the hard-packed road leading to the base of a trail that would take her to the top of…
This story is by Gary G. Little and was part of our 2021 Spring Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. Jake looked to the north. He leaned against a conveniently placed boulder, and was sure he was looking north. Downslope and onto a large flat plane was a pretty little…
This story is by Gary G Little and was part of our 2020 Summer Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. Autopilots were the only thing that made long-distance cargo-hauling possible on the moon. Cargo was delivered and shipped out of major spaceports like Tycho, Clarke, Asimov, or Armstrong. But to…
This story is by Gary G Little and was part of our 2019 Summer Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. This room was built in 1896 of wood and plaster, and mortar and brick, and just a touch of blood. The thumb of a clumsy carpenter provided the blood. This…
This story is by Gary G. Little and was part of our 2018 Spring Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. A hand grabbed his left shoulder and shook him. “Tsuri! Wake up!” He recognized Tarbus’s voice. Whispering, but yelling that close to his ear. Half asleep, he focused on Tarbus….
This story is by Gary G. Little and was part of our 2017 Winter Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. You would call what I did to him inhuman. But … that assumes I am human. I’m not. I’m a bunch of circuitry, made of silicon, germanium, and yttrium-barium-cuprate. What…
This story is by Gary G. Little and was part of our 2017 Winter Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. You would call what I did to him inhuman. But … that assumes I am human. I’m not. I’m a bunch of circuitry, made of silicon, germanium, and yttrium-barium-cuprate. What…
This story is by Gary G Little and was part of our 2017 Fall Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. On the thirteenth cycle, the leaves of the great bartuum tree turn from the reds and golds of spring and summer, to the indigos and violets of autumn. The cold…
