Break From Reality. Daily.
This story is by Julie Stroem and was part of our 2020 Fall Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. The first time it happened, I panicked. I slammed the brake so hard the tyres skidded to a halt immediately, but the leaf-littered ground swept the car forward, dead set on…
This story is by Julie Stroem and was part of our 2020 Summer Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. I knew life with Elise would be different the moment I first saw her. Yet, I was so enraptured by her that once I looked into those wicked chestnut eyes I…
I had been an artist.
In the slums, in darkness as black as our driven lust, I’d told my stories. And I can tell you, if wealth was measured by drops of crimson spilt in dark alleyways I would have been a millionaire.
The Bloody Painter, they’d called me. I liked to paint my victims afterwards, to show the world I was leagues above their average serial killer. I was an artist.
This story is by Julie Stroem and was part of our 2018 Fall Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. When I first laid eyes on the inside of Gwen’s closet door, I rejoiced; a child’s door. Perfect. My body sang with need. The door was a faded pink colour adorned…
