Break From Reality. Daily.
“Good morning, Julie,” Winston said to the receptionist as he walked behind the welcome desk. He clocked in with a familiar thunk and grabbed his name tag. “Hi, Winston,” she said. “Do you think today will be a good day?” “We shall see.” He nodded and crossed his fingers in front of his chest. “It’s…
This story is by Mark Shields and was part of our 2022 Fall Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. Janie wrinkled her nose when her father slowed the car and came to a stop in front of a dilapidated, white Victorian house. The two-story structure seemed to grow up right out…
The sun spilled over the horizon from the east and scattered light over the water’s surface until it hit the white cliff wall in an eruption of sea spray. One hundred meters up, situated near the cliff’s edge, the windows covering the sprawling house glowed pink and gold. The other side of the house overlooked rolling hills covered in towering pines becoming increasingly visible in the rising sun.
Josh walked through the expansive parlor and kitchen, passed by the fireplace and lit a fire with a snap of his fingers, then walked out onto the deck overlooking the water. It would be fantastic, Josh thought. If it wasn’t so typical.
