Tag Archives: captivity

Captured

Posted on May 3, 2017 by Helen

They caught her on the morning tide. Raised her up, heavy and frightened and squirming in their nets. The moon had not even forfeited its dominion in the sky, and even some stars still flashed their dying light on the … Continue reading →

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Memory

Posted on January 3, 2017 by Helen

I don’t remember when I began to forget I’d been taken. Time melded in my place, the basement, so seamlessly that in the end my former life was but a dream and the walls around me prescribed my only reality. … Continue reading →

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(Flash Fiction) Picture on the Wall

Posted on April 1, 2016 by Helen

In my uncle’s house there is a curious picture on the lounge room wall.  It hangs above the television, which seems an odd place for it, for something in its tone and feel is ancient. A thing long before electricity … Continue reading →

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The Flavour of Spite – Eleven

Posted on February 26, 2015 by Helen

She responded so well, I am certain I am right. She dissociates so naturally it proves she is born for this. I struggled so much more than her, even given my relative youth, when Imogen began my trials. But she … Continue reading →

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Flavour of Spite – Eight

Posted on February 5, 2015 by Helen

Violet was frightened it seemed, and that was not my intention. I had wanted our first real encounter, in her new home, to be one of explanation, but slowly growing appreciation, even the first brief buds of joy. I had … 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 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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