Tag Archives: darkness

The Others – Twenty Nine

Posted on November 27, 2015 by Helen

“We’ve worked out how not to see each other when we don’t want to,” Gabriel is saying down the lens, ‘Just for the dramatic effect of the film, you see. And you’re right, Roger was a cheap bastard. He has … Continue reading →

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(Flash Fiction) Broken Birds

Posted on November 25, 2015 by Helen

He liked them brittle. Little, broken birds. And if they were not like that at the beginning, they would surely be that at the end. So he liked the endings best, the final cuts, the final parting words and pleadings. … Continue reading →

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Animation – Eighteen

Posted on September 6, 2015 by Helen

The true nature of a god is loneliness. I know this now. It is the price of such power, it follows in its wake. You cannot commune with others that are, essentially, alien to you. It is to be separate. … Continue reading →

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Animation – Sixteen

Posted on August 21, 2015 by Helen

I wonder, as I paint, if the story of the Fall is actually the story of god and not an errant angel. Could it be that profound disappointment makes you resent the boundaries you place around yourself, and if you … 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 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 Flavour of Spite – Twenty

Posted on April 30, 2015 by Helen

Francine is remembering something, looking at his broken, dead body at her feet. She’s trying to feel something other than revulsion at this form. There is no pity, but beneath it all, there are memories, tugging at her. People like … 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 Flavour of Spite – Nineteen

Posted on April 23, 2015 by Helen

Dearest Violet is in my kitchen, slicing and dicing vegetables for our soup.  She has chosen a recipe for chicken soup, and the meat is already finely sliced and lightly fried, and it now sits on blotting paper to the … Continue reading →

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The Flavour of Spite – Eighteen

Posted on April 16, 2015 by Helen

He returns later, about an hour later, to do the session. He apologises for his forgetfulness as though he has left his lover waiting. Perhaps he thinks he has, but it is crueller still to have given that brief time … Continue reading →

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