murderJulie Kusma, Author

Cracked

October 4, 2021 Julie Kusma, Author

I wondered as he puttered around, could I kill a man with the strength of my legs? Could I crush the life from his chest—

Innocence

April 23, 2021 Julie Kusma, Author

The rubber sling grew taut in my fingers, and the itch to shoot something swelled as I aimed. This time, I couldn’t scratch the spot. I didn’t have a rock.

Push Pull

January 9, 2021 Julie Kusma, Author

“My flight was late,” I confessed. The sweet, sultry memory stirred. Rare for me to concede to desire, but our dance’s push-pull elevated want to

Timebomb

December 3, 2020 Julie Kusma, Author

My heartbeat ticked in my head. Both eardrums thumped, and the vein on the side of my neck pulsed in unison with each beat. Every

When Bees Buzz

January 20, 2020 Julie Kusma, Author

The bailiff held the door, and Millis shuffled through. He moved with little effort, having learned the precise gait the shackles allowed. The morning sun