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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.

The Hanged Girl Seven

Posted on February 2, 2015 by Helen

  The next morning Lisa would only remember fragments of her nightmare. She would think this a blessing, but the shadows of memory and disconnection would tug at her sensibility, suggesting in low whispers that she really should remember. That … Continue reading →

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The Flavour of Spite Seven

Posted on January 29, 2015 by Helen

She wakes from a dis-orienting dream, and the strange light around her – so unfamiliar, though as she wakes it is hard to fully fathom why – makes her blink rapidly. Her eyelids are butterflies frightened by the wind. She … Continue reading →

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The Hanged Girl Six

Posted on January 26, 2015 by Helen

  For a reputedly haunted house, number 6 Mercy Lane was very beguiling indeed. The moment Damien opened the door to them Lisa and Mandy were literally flooded with a warm light from the hallway, seemingly reaching out into the … Continue reading →

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The Flavour of Spite – Six

Posted on January 23, 2015 by Helen

I am a creature of meticulous research. While it would be wonderful to woo my love in the conventional sense and gradually bring her to our home to be through the more normal rites of romantic passage, I am realistic … Continue reading →

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The Hanged Girl – Five

Posted on January 21, 2015 by Helen

Lisa was concerned. Mandy didn’t seem to want to talk about school. And not wanting to talk about something – anything really – was not like Mandy. She’d had problems at school before, in other locations and at other ages. … Continue reading →

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The Flavour of Spite – Five

Posted on January 19, 2015 by Helen

  The readiness is all. I have a weakness here, I have to admit. My conditioning has had this impact, this effect, where my mind finds it hard to settle for long enough to truly plan and achieve. This has … Continue reading →

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The Hanged Girl – Four

Posted on January 17, 2015 by Helen

‘I like your raven hair,’ the blonde girl said to Mandy, her voice very sweet but with the threat of something else beneath it. They were in the school cafeteria, and it was the beginning of Mandy’s second week at … Continue reading →

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Flavour of Spite – Four

Posted on January 15, 2015 by Helen

  A terrible night needs to be assuaged by pleasure. And now for me the greatest pleasure was a visit to my favourite patisserie. No longer just for the wonderful food, of which there was aplenty, but also in the … Continue reading →

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The Hanged Girl – Three

Posted on January 13, 2015 by Helen

‘Sheesh!’ Susan exclaimed ,almost spilling her coffee, ‘I didn’t realise you’d move into that street, and so close to that house!’ It was Saturday morning, the first weekend after her first week on the new job, and Lisa finally had … Continue reading →

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The Flavour of Spite – Three

Posted on January 11, 2015 by Helen

      I had the nightmare again. I woke shaking around 3am, the witching hour, the hour when most people suicide, according to some article I read many years before. It is the hour when the temperature is coldest, … Continue reading →

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