Break From Reality. Daily.
This story is by Wanda Kiernan and was part of our 2019 Summer Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. Day 1 Dear Diary, I had a deadline to meet and had to do something drastic to meet it. So I locked myself in this spare room. It’s a small room….
This story is by Wanda Kiernan and was part of our 2017 Summer Writing Contest. You can find all the Summer Writing Contest stories here. It’s a steamy Monday morning in mid July. New York City is in the throes of its first heat wave of the summer. We’ve had four consecutive days of 98…
This story is by Wanda Kiernan and was part of our 2017 Spring Writing Contest. You can find all the Spring Writing Contest stories here. John read his wife’s text message on his lunch break. “She’s here. AGAIN. Did you KNOW she was coming and FORGOT to TELL ME?” Staring at her words he felt…
Macey walked around the small jewelry store cradling Luke. “Shh, shh. Always so cranky after a nap, just like Daddy.” She took another spin around the display cases feeling cursed by the silver skull rings, earrings, and charms staring at her through tarnished eye sockets, and seeming to mock her with their grinning jaws. “I can’t believe he put us to work. We just wanted to visit, didn’t we? We just wanted to get out of the house and see Daddy. But here we are, just the two of us, again.” Luke fidgeted in the baby hammock. “And what’s Daddy up to? Let’s take a peek.”
by Wanda Kiernan On the eight month anniversary of her latest scar, Madeleine inventoried her healed scars, remembering the story behind most of them. Like the small “kitchen-knife” cut looking like a closed eyelid on her left index finger. The kitchen knife always found that spot whenever it slipped while she chopped carrots, or radishes,…
