Break From Reality. Daily.
This story is by Pernell Rogers and was part of our 2018 Spring Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. Steven’s face scrunched with that last burp. A nasty sour tinge suffocated his tongue and caused a painful dry heave. His seasickness wasn’t getting any better, but the beer and his…
This story is by Pernell Rogers and was part of our 2017 Summer Writing Contest. You can find all the Summer Writing Contest stories here. It’s Still Here Something feels odd. It feels like something is still around here. Why did I let my girlfriend hold that damn séance in my house last night? I…
The red Honda Accord closed in on Keith Swanson’s white BMW. Keith’s heart raced as his eyes shifted from side to side searching for any free space on the semi-crowded road. His life had become a Fast and Furious movie, except he didn’t know what the outcome would be. Where’s the police when you need them? Any other time, they would be everywhere, but now … nothing. That wasn’t the case when he got into an accident with that same Honda weeks ago. That particular day was seared into memory. It was that text message he received that day which started everything.
Curtis Weems was a quiet, sensitive twenty-six-year-old man with a secret. He lived in a very modest one bedroom, one bathroom house on the outskirts of Arnold, Nebraska and found it difficult to keep a job. Not because of his attitude or character flaws. Instead, it was his meek personality. His overt shyness and unwillingness to stand up for himself opened him up to torrents of teasing on most of the jobs he took. It was his meekness that made him endearing to those in the community that knew him. Nevertheless, he tended to keep to himself most of the time.
When Curtis awoke one spring morning, getting out of bed seemed to be a waste of time. He had something to do today, and he was sure it would be useless.
