Break From Reality. Daily.
This story is by Terence Reynolds and was part of our 2018 Fall Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. “Simone is fine, and Max apologized. Can we not make this into a bigger deal than it is?” My husband, Bennett, says as he settles onto the couch next to me….
This story is by Terence Reynolds and was part of our 2018 Summer Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. It’s going to be okay, Nuri,” Gram said squeezing my knee in that reassuring way that grandmother’s do. I wanted to believe her, but one glimpse of my reflection in the…
This story is by Terence Reynolds and was part of our 2017 Winter Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. Violent winds tore through Louis Armstrong Park. Ominous rain clouds hung overhead. It wouldn’t be long before the storm arrived. I’d hoped to be back to Marie by now. Deciding not…
This story is by Terence Reynolds and was part of our 2017 Summer Writing Contest. You can find all the Summer Writing Contest stories here. Uncle Eddie was a mess. Blood stained his uniform. His usually jovial smile had flatlined, and there was a pink tint to his hazel eyes. He wasn’t my biological uncle,…
