Tag Archives: control

Identity

Posted on September 6, 2018 by Helen

I’ve heard that in ancient times identity counted for something. Drones in the hive sometimes speak of it, the concept of individual thought or action, not aligned to the collective goal. It sounds a quaint concept at times, like an … Continue reading →

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Masks

Posted on June 1, 2017 by Helen

She grew used to the masks, but she knew she should not. The avatars they were given were faceless. That was part of the design, they said, so you could more easily choose how to look. “You are not constrained … Continue reading →

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Animation – Fourteen

Posted on August 7, 2015 by Helen

  Eventually I had to know. I now understood god and his wish for man to have free will in a manner I had previously not apprehended. Love is not love if it is coerced or forced. You must choose … Continue reading →

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Animation – Thirteen

Posted on July 31, 2015 by Helen

Weeks passed, my heart trembling in his presence as though on the edge of a precipice. Was it wrong of me to read between the lines of his words, his gestures, to something more personal, more sweet, more tender? How … Continue reading →

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Animation – Nine

Posted on July 3, 2015 by Helen

I gazed at the painting, then out to his form in the café. I looked back and forth and back and forth letting the truth emerge slowly, no matter how hubristic and impossible it seemed. What do they say – … Continue reading →

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The Flavour of Spite – Seventeen

Posted on April 9, 2015 by Helen

It is working, she can tell. She sees it in his trembling lips, his gentle touch as he comes to her for their next session. The tears in his eyes, the genuine distress he feels in the moment before he … Continue reading →

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The Flavour of Spite – Ten

Posted on February 19, 2015 by Helen

The yellow brick road is too bright too bright. The sky has a strange, doubled yellow glow, hurting the eyes. The rainbow is there, like she thought she heard someone say, and that’s calmer to look at. If she could … Continue reading →

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The Flavour of Spite – Nine

Posted on February 12, 2015 by Helen

  I placed the electrodes on either side of her perfectly skinned temples. I could see she was starting to realise what I mean by the journey, though she could not know it all yet, not really. Perhaps she has … 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 – 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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