Break From Reality. Daily.
This story is by Mark Casper and was part of our 2017 Summer Writing Contest. You can find all the Summer Writing Contest stories here. It was a pitch black winter morning when I first noticed the tracks. I’d seen them before, in a book as a little girl. Curled up in a forgotten corner…
This story is by Mark Casper and was part of our 2017 Spring Writing Contest. You can find all the Spring Writing Contest stories here. The sun was already beginning to set by the time they hit the trailhead. Jon walked briskly, eager to take advantage of the day. He was sick of driving; he…
His guns glinted bright steel in the light of the day, and he squinted up at the sun sitting high and proud in the sky. Hell of a time for a shootout. Mason flipped out the cylinders of both his six-shooters and counted the bullets in each—three in the left and four in the right. Lucky me. Seven’s always been my number.
Bullets cracked and thudded into the brittle wood of the tree he took cover behind. He scrunched down even further, trying to make himself a smaller target. The shooting stopped for a moment.
“COME ON OUT, YOU VARMIT!” he heard from across the grove.
