Tag Archives: ambition

Play

Posted on March 28, 2019 by Helen

Johnny liked to play. He was a baseball star in high school, and he had big, big dreams of playing for his State, or even the country. Big, big dreams are risky. Better perhaps to have smaller aims and avoid … Continue reading →

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(Flash Fiction) Memento Mori

Posted on May 3, 2016 by Helen

My uncle had a picture that he hanged on his bedroom wall, above his bed. Unlike many who put a cross or other religious paraphernalia in such private places, he had the portrait of a skull. Underneath it he had written on … Continue reading →

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(Flash Fiction) Three: Greed

Posted on February 18, 2016 by Helen

I had to laugh.  The devil looks exactly like you’d expect him to look.  Perhaps that’s the point. But for me, raised on too many horror movies about yuppie sociopaths, I expected a cross of Patrick Bateman from American Psycho … Continue reading →

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Schadenfreude – Eleven

Posted on November 22, 2015 by Helen

‘Andrew’s office,’ a girl breathed down the phone. She sounded young. She was probably pretty, and small. David imagined that would be the pre-requisite for employment with Andrew. He wondered if she might be ‘the girl’. ‘Tell him it’s David, … Continue reading →

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Schadenfreude – Ten

Posted on November 15, 2015 by Helen

Elevated on the sense of success in his pursuit of Schaden, David felt confident in other pursuits. It was almost midday at the office. He’d done two tax returns for clients with more money than sense or morals, and found … Continue reading →

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The Others – Four

Posted on June 1, 2015 by Helen

As I said, my parents gave me the technology for my project. My mother, god bless her, believes in my artistic soul and my attempts to reach my “potential”. She sees me as this little flower, worthy of praise, attention … Continue reading →

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