Break From Reality. Daily.
This story is by Paul Isaac and was part of our 2018 Spring Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. Tami pulled over onto a quiet side road with a view of the church. It loomed foreboding above the tree line, conspiring to pierce the low bearing clouds to the point…
This story is by Paul Isaac and was part of our 2017 Fall Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. Jason coughed and spluttered, the smoke catching in his throat and part way up his nose. ‘Maybe Cigar Club was not the best idea.’ Chase laughed at the relief that swept…
This story is by Paul Isaac and was part of our 2017 Summer Writing Contest. You can find all the Summer Writing Contest stories here. I’ve learned that crossing one’s legs to show a need for the toilet is in fact, a hardwired universal convention. A group of young men enter the small commuter waiting…
by Paul Isaac The sun sets behind the trees, stoking the thinner patches of foliage to bleed through as though from behind a brighter filter. A golden streak of light exposes a gap between the leaves to cross the grass blades, stopping just shy of my feet. I will it forward, but its constant failure worries…
