Break From Reality. Daily.
This story is by Monique Legaspi and was part of our 2018 Spring Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. Two children, girls, at odds and unafraid, Shall learn firsthand: the Crown’s most sacred blade Draws blood from one, obeys the other’s word. A maiden’s hand, by maiden’s hand, falls still—…
“You’re running out of time.”
Leilyn wakes with a start and looks around apprehensively. The lightbulb glows softly, and the only shadow it casts is her own. “Who’s there?”
For a moment, there is no answer. Then a knock comes at the window, almost as soft as the pattering. A second knock swiftly follows, slightly louder, as if it is worried it might not have been heard.
Leilyn stands and walks slowly toward the window, unsure of what she expects to see.
This story is by Monique Legaspi and was part of our 2017 Winter Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. There are three sounds that define Leilyn’s world: Buzz. There is only one light bulb in Leilyn’s room. It dangles just above eye-level from a string that drips down from a…
Celine knows the world in shades. She knows that her mother’s hair is light; it curls delicately and spills over her shoulders. She knows that the patch of grass beneath her favorite oak tree is dark; its cool softness reminds her of lazy afternoons.
The hues of the apples and pears that her mother slices for her are indistinguishable, but both have always tasted good, so it never mattered.
