Break From Reality. Daily.
This story is by Stephen Carter and was part of our 2016 Winter Writing Contest. You can find all the Winter Writing Contest stories here. Something woke Kyle from his deep sleep. He was wringing wet and panting like a Rottweiler in August. Wisps of the dream clung like gossamer: Standing in the abandoned, rotting…
By the time he stopped running his lungs were on fire, his chest so constricted it seemed his rib cage would implode. His temples pounded the rhythm of his heart, thudding at a machine gun rate, and his mouth was filled with cottony corroded copper. His feet were shredded and his face, torso and legs crisscrossed with cuts so numerous he was a solid sheen of red, appearing oily black in the dim moonlight.
