The Gallery

"A writer visits a gallery. She gets more than she bargained for."

I’ve always had a way with words, or so people thought. In high school, I was the strange girl with hair in a messy bun, wearing oversized sweaters and large glasses, scribbling poems into tattered notebooks. Everyone told me I...

Hotel Rouge – Part 3

"Laura is educated into the way of the birch"

I was woken by a steady pressure on my arm, pulling it gently upwards, above my head. I tried to turn, found I couldn't. As consciousness returned I realised I was face down on the edge of the mattress, both...