Author Archives: Helen

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.

Sigil Magic

Posted on April 17, 2020 by Helen

Image Credit: Vera Petruk/Shutterstock.com Lucy was strange little girl, everyone said. Always with her head in a book. The ‘Library Nerd’ one crueller playmate called her. But that was right before the playmate disappeared in the nearby woods and she … Continue reading →

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Retribution

Posted on April 3, 2020 by Helen

  A simple price to pay for efficient work is always welcome. I have no tolerance for fiddle-faddling about. The law is far too slow for sweet revenge and far too blind. You cannot count on that. No, it seems … Continue reading →

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All These Mine

Posted on March 20, 2020 by Helen

  All these mine And more in time The poet never knows the rhyme The killer never knows the kiss Such sweetness he will always miss And yet in time All these are mine Just mine All these mine They’ll … Continue reading →

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Programming

Posted on March 6, 2020 by Helen

Image credit: Nomad_Soul/Shutterstock.com They show me these awful images, on repeat. They call it conditioning – a necessary step to the evolution of my mind beyond the lesser experience of empathy. The heart, they say, is but a muscle, and … Continue reading →

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The Monks

Posted on February 21, 2020 by Helen

Image credit: Heartland Arts/Shutterstock.com   We’re not sure when the monks turned, or why. Rumors had swirled thought the Vatican for years.  People pointed to the snake like architecture of papal lodgings and meeting rooms. They whispered about secret meetings … Continue reading →

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All In A Day’s Work

Posted on February 7, 2020 by Helen

  Image Credit: Nomad_Soul/Shutterstock.com   When they called it the Purge I thought, hey yeah, that sounds cool. I mean, it does, doesn’t it? I wasn’t thinking about that horror movie franchise of the time and all the political garbage … Continue reading →

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The Old School-House

Posted on January 24, 2020 by Helen

The old school house They closed it down When children went missing All over town When people gossiped Said in its walls The monsters crept We heard their calls Hysteria rising Each passing day The old school principal Passed away … Continue reading →

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Truly Gothic Literature

Posted on January 10, 2020 by Helen

Daniel Keats was a little known writer when he was alive. Like many aspiring authors he banged away endlessly at his keyboard each day, hoping to write that one novel that would make him famous. But as the rejection slips … Continue reading →

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Trafficked

Posted on December 26, 2019 by Helen

This time they chose the wrong one to traffic. It’s funny how sometimes it’s the most usual of things that bring an operation undone, and this certainly was instant karma, rough justice really. They’d done their usual sweep of the … Continue reading →

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Art Show

Posted on December 12, 2019 by Helen

Davis: I swear to god I warned them. Priest’s art shows were always bizarre and frankly in poor taste if you ask me, but my bosses didn’t care. As long as it sold, and controversy sells, that’s what they say. … Continue reading →

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