Tag Archives: death

(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 – Seventeen

Posted on August 28, 2015 by Helen

Once finished, I sleep fitfully, then the next morning, around the time of cafe assignations, I sit at my window to watch. At precisely 10am I see my beloved arrive and sit, happy and excited at a café table. He … Continue reading →

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Animation – One

Posted on May 8, 2015 by Helen

Two weeks ago I killed a woman. I did this deliberately. I knew precisely what I was doing and I planned and executed it all. But there is no evidence, any way that I can ever be held accountable for … 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 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 Hanged Girl – Eighteen

Posted on April 20, 2015 by Helen

Lisa took the day off from the bookstore, claiming a migraine and getting the casual staff member Bruce to watch over the business for her in her absence. But in truth it was not a migraine that kept her away … Continue reading →

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The Hanged Girl – Seventeen

Posted on April 13, 2015 by Helen

And Mandy is in her own dream of sorts, though its daylight now, and in this inhospitable place. But she’s elsewhere, gone from there, escaping into the soporific cover of early afternoon. Her mind is wandering to far more pleasant … Continue reading →

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The Hanged Girl – Sixteen

Posted on April 5, 2015 by Helen

This time the nightmare is different. It is darkened skies, streaked with a fiery red, like lightning reaching from the heavens has struck something solid and is blazing this fuel across the sky. It is bleeding roads, blood-red, before her, … Continue reading →

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The Hanged Girl – Ten

Posted on February 23, 2015 by Helen

  Susan found she couldn’t let the mystery go. As a journalist she was successful here, a big fish in a small pond who often yearned for bigger seas and to take her career further. But this battled with her … Continue reading →

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