Break From Reality. Daily.
This story is by Matthew Gaspar and was part of our 2023 Fall Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. Principal Hue Stomper joins his staff in the cafeteria for a day of district-mandated professional development. A man perfectly suited for politics presides over the presentation. After an hour of observing dispirited…
This story is by Matthew Gaspar and was part of our 2021 Spring Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. Jeff looked at the price tag and bellowed, “Thirteen hundred dollars?” “But it’s so comfy,” Grace said. “Ooh, and sturdy, too!” “Can’t we look in the discount section?” “I don’t…
This story is by Matthew Gaspar and was part of our 2016 Winter Writing Contest. You can find all the Winter Writing Contest stories here. Joe plucked an errant hair from his eyebrow and then scanned his head for grays. It was his 40th birthday, and he had become increasingly analytical of his existence and…
They approached the dog park to the rhythm of a loose metal sign banging against the fence. The strong wind annoyed the trees, especially the most bashful ones that had just begun to bud. Puddles, a Boston terrier, displayed an excited strut as he anticipated playtime with his friends. His hipster owner glanced at the rules and regulations like always without actually reading them.
The usual Saturday afternoon crew of dogs and owners were there, along with a few new people. You could always tell the new members by their initial compliance with rule 14, ALL OWNERS MUST CLEARLY DISPLAY DOG PARK ID WHEN IN THE CONFINES OF THE PARK.
