Author Archives: helenvalentina

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.

Writing

Writing to order these days, he thought. Last week it was comedy, this week horror. Dialling it in. Somewhere along the way he’d lost his spark. When was that? The endless revisions to fit varying tastes? The dumbing down of … Continue reading

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Meticulous

I may be a murderer, but I am meticulous. We all have our callings, and this – the slicing and dicing and curing of human meat – is mine. I make it an art work, a vocation. I am careful … Continue reading

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If You Knew

If you knew what I knew, she told me, you’d drink too. We found her in an alleyway, down near most of the other homeless. In that she would have been unremarkable, just another drunk, begging for money by day … Continue reading

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Dream House

She had a house she visited in her dreams as a child. While most dreams are ephemeral and never return – as individual and as special and as untrappable as a snowflake – this dream and this house returned, always … Continue reading

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I Dream of Home

I see them flying When I dream of home Night winged creatures In the darkened hills Careening through the crevices Of terrible mountains Leading to the castle top Feared by all On a blood red moon My soul hungers and … Continue reading

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Come and Play

Come and play with us they sang Running through the forest paths Like a bell their voices rang Come and play and dance and laugh! All the children heard the tune From their parents they would run Twin girls falling … Continue reading

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Frankie

All Frankie ever wanted to be was a clown. My theory is he was a repressed child, and so he didn’t enjoy those younger years and was always trying to get back to them. Being a clown gave him a … Continue reading

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Crow Man

The Crow Man came to the village in the spring. While flowers gently, shyly bloomed and the air took on the warmer promise of summer, he brought a different, incongruent chill. Freshly grown grass would wither with his footfall, and … Continue reading

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Let Me Out

Let me out she cried I am trapped inside Behind prison bars I am blood and scars Let me out she pled See how I have bled Let me take a life With my precious knife Let me out she … Continue reading

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Empty

Round and round an empty room Lamplight shudders in the dark Flowers birthed without a bloom Fire shines without a spark Pacing up and down the floor Find no answers in the space Forgetting what you came here for Or … Continue reading

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