Category Archives: The Hanged Girl

The Hanged Girl – Twenty

Posted on May 4, 2015 by Helen

  Lisa woke alone, to the sound of police sirens outside her house. She barely had time to register the sad loneliness of waking without Damien there, not even knowing he had left her in the night or what to … Continue reading →

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The Hanged Girl – Nineteen

Posted on April 27, 2015 by Helen

Early the next morning the school revellers were awaking. Little real studying had occurred the evening before, and perhaps even the principal would admit that was not really the intended or expected outcome of the event. It was more about … Continue reading →

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The Hanged Girl – Eighteen

Posted on April 20, 2015 by Helen

Lisa took the day off from the bookstore, claiming a migraine and getting the casual staff member Bruce to watch over the business for her in her absence. But in truth it was not a migraine that kept her away … Continue reading →

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The Hanged Girl – Seventeen

Posted on April 13, 2015 by Helen

And Mandy is in her own dream of sorts, though its daylight now, and in this inhospitable place. But she’s elsewhere, gone from there, escaping into the soporific cover of early afternoon. Her mind is wandering to far more pleasant … Continue reading →

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The Hanged Girl – Sixteen

Posted on April 5, 2015 by Helen

This time the nightmare is different. It is darkened skies, streaked with a fiery red, like lightning reaching from the heavens has struck something solid and is blazing this fuel across the sky. It is bleeding roads, blood-red, before her, … Continue reading →

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The Hanged Girl – Fifteen

Posted on March 30, 2015 by Helen

  ‘You need to look at these photos,’ Susan insisted to Lisa as their coffees started to grow cold. ‘I’ve compiled all I can from the history, it’s all here.’ She put her iPad down, swivelling it to be right … Continue reading →

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The Hanged Girl – Fourteen

Posted on March 23, 2015 by Helen

A dismal, slow business day at the bookstore was beginning to make Lisa fight off sleep at the store’s counter. She’d not been sleeping well of late. She was still plagued with strange, disturbing dreams, and Susan’s hyperbolic stories of … Continue reading →

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The Hanged Girl – Thirteen

Posted on March 16, 2015 by Helen

  Mandy’s school had a hallway with student lockers that reminded her quite strongly of the school scenes in Twin Peaks. They were shabbier, a dull grey colour, and some in need of repair, so nowhere near as sparkly as … Continue reading →

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The Hanged Girl – Twelve

Posted on March 9, 2015 by Helen

‘This is the weirdest thing I think I’ve ever come across!’ Susan announced, placing her iPad and her notebook on the cafe table with a flourish. Lisa was vaguely irritated. She had so little spare time now with work and … Continue reading →

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The Hanged Girl – Eleven

Posted on March 2, 2015 by Helen

  Looking back, Lisa might have cause to consider this night – the ‘Twin Peaks’ night – as a kind of turning point, or even harbinger of the future. She might scavenge in her memory of the night, every word … Continue reading →

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