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The Hanged Girl – Eleven

Posted on March 2, 2015 by Helen

  Looking back, Lisa might have cause to consider this night – the ‘Twin Peaks’ night – as a kind of turning point, or even harbinger of the future. She might scavenge in her memory of the night, every word … 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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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 Hanged Girl – Nine

Posted on February 16, 2015 by Helen

‘I can’t remember all the dream,’ Lisa told Susan over a mid-week lunch break, ‘Or nightmare, because I think it was that. So strange. I think it was a nightmare but I also think most of the bad parts I’ve … Continue reading →

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The Hanged Girl Seven

Posted on February 2, 2015 by Helen

  The next morning Lisa would only remember fragments of her nightmare. She would think this a blessing, but the shadows of memory and disconnection would tug at her sensibility, suggesting in low whispers that she really should remember. That … 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 Hanged Girl Six

Posted on January 26, 2015 by Helen

  For a reputedly haunted house, number 6 Mercy Lane was very beguiling indeed. The moment Damien opened the door to them Lisa and Mandy were literally flooded with a warm light from the hallway, seemingly reaching out into the … 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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The Hanged Girl – Four

Posted on January 17, 2015 by Helen

‘I like your raven hair,’ the blonde girl said to Mandy, her voice very sweet but with the threat of something else beneath it. They were in the school cafeteria, and it was the beginning of Mandy’s second week at … Continue reading →

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Flavour of Spite – Four

Posted on January 15, 2015 by Helen

  A terrible night needs to be assuaged by pleasure. And now for me the greatest pleasure was a visit to my favourite patisserie. No longer just for the wonderful food, of which there was aplenty, but also in the … Continue reading →

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