Break From Reality. Daily.
I love this time of night, and I love this place. Sitting here at the last bus stop on the Templemead line as the fog creeps over the edge of the escarpment, I feel as though I have my own secluded island oasis during the witching hour. This hour is when Margaret feels closest. If…
This story is by John Ford and was part of our 2024 Fall Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. Henry’s friends, family and acquaintances had finally left. He had cleared away the finger foods, desserts, and consoling casseroles. Everything was sorted into the fridge and freezer based on what he might…
This story is by John Ford and was part of our 2024 Spring Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. As the old man stepped from his room, he surreptitiously pulled on the door knob to lock his door. He was dressed in what he felt was his best attire for today’s…
