Break From Reality. Daily.
This story is by Valorie Clark and was part of our 2018 Fall Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. I stare at her. Blue eyes, blue hair, wrinkled skin, thin lips. Everything about her screams defiance, like she will turn her back on someone without hesitation. I know the stories,…
This story is by Valorie Clark and was part of our 2018 Spring Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. Andrew stared at it. He breathed in, and out. In, and out. Hold it for five seconds then release. Count up and then back down. Would his father have gotten rid…
This story is by Valorie Clark and was part of our 2017 Winter Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. “Do you remember what I said to you in the car on the way here?” Rich started, his voice softer than the pounding of Sandra’s heartbeat in her ears. – “What?”…
This story is by Valorie Clark and was part of our 2017 Winter Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. “Do you remember what I said to you in the car on the way here?” Rich started, his voice softer than the pounding of Sandra’s heartbeat in her ears. – “What?”…
This story is by Valorie Clark and was part of our 2017 Summer Writing Contest. You can find all the Summer Writing Contest stories here. The bartender stopped cold when I entered. “Ronald Marckey, what the fuck are you doing back in town?” “Stan. I can’t believe you’re still running this shithole.” “You watch your…
by Valorie Clark I met Bronwyn James at the intersection of King Street and Maple, in a grocery store we both worked at. She was unsure of herself back then, young and angry and ready for more than what our town could give her. A few weeks before her senior prom she disappeared with no note…
