Break From Reality. Daily.
This story is by Wendy Pearson and was part of our 2017 Spring Writing Contest. You can find all the Spring Writing Contest stories here. The wind blows, and we are gone—as though we had never been here.[Psalm 103] Aunt Annora died yesterday. For the second time, I became an orphan. As I stand on…
by Wendy Pearson Annie Malone woke from the dream again. The recurring one that haunted her for years. She reached to touch her throbbing head. That told her that the nocturnal creatures had made a new incision in her brain, as she slept. Annie had vivid recall of these beings from her dreams. They were slender and translucent, with rainbow colored halos…
