Tag Archives: dark

(Flash Fiction) New Years Day

Posted on January 1, 2016 by Helen

This morning you will awake. Still covered in the folds of your un-making you may be blinded at first. The chrysalis must be shaken off, and the world seen afresh. You are reborn. In the hours preceding this moment you … Continue reading →

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(Flash Fiction) Dance

Posted on December 25, 2015 by Helen

Let us dance, my love, beneath this fertile moon. Let us open our hearts, our minds, ourselves, to the wild and the wanton. There is blood on this dark tide, you know this well. While your mind is a jumble, … Continue reading →

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(Flash Fiction) Refugee

Posted on December 18, 2015 by Helen

  I do not want to leave. Banishment is cruel and selfish and I feel like a child about to be sent out into a thunderstorm, bereft and without a kind voice, a soft hand, a gentle touch. Out there … Continue reading →

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The Hanged Girl – Eight

Posted on February 9, 2015 by Helen

  ‘We have another artist in our midst!’ The voice was sneering, not complimentary, and Mandy knew the voice. It was a voice she had quickly learned to dread, coming from a person she did her level best to avoid … 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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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 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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Welcome to the Darker Realms!

Posted on January 1, 2015 by Helen

Welcome to all, whether you have come here from my sister blog to this my poetry blog ( at http://www.helenvalentina.com ) or through some other circumstance. Today is the launch day of The Darker Realms, a blog dedicated to all … Continue reading →

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