Break From Reality. Daily.
This story is by Laura Eiras and was part of our 2022 Fall Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. “But Mom, do I have to?” I cringed, hearing the childish whine in my voice. I hated it, but something about returning home always made me revert to the kid I hadn’t…
This story is by Laura Eiras and was part of our 2022 Spring Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. Little One crouched under the snow-covered bush with her brothers. Her tiny tail twitched, a clear giveaway of her eagerness to follow Momma up the porch stairs. Momma always made them…
This story is by Laura Eiras and was part of our 2021 Spring Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. My landlord threw me out on the street two days ago and told me not to come back. I’d violently refused his offer to share his bed—his cheek was still dripping—and…
This story is by Laura Eiras and was part of our 2018 Fall Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. He watched from the shadows. The ragged girl with a basketful of flowers waited outside the Opera House. The ornate doors flew open, and the Quality swept out. She approached a…
This story is by Laura Eiras and was part of our 2018 Spring Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. He killed them, Officer, those missing girls I’d seen on the news. My darling boy, so quiet and reserved, so polite. “Yes Momma” or “No Momma” he’d say. I didn’t want…
This story is by Laura Eiras and was part of our 2017 Winter Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. I stand buck naked in the mountain glade. My breath puffs in the cold air. That should explain the shivers I can’t quite keep under control or the way my balls…
