Tag Archives: Horror writing

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 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 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 Flavour of Spite – Sixteen

Posted on April 2, 2015 by Helen

  Dear Violet asked me for a journal to write in, and some loose leaves of paper for poems and drawings. It seemed she has a creative spirit beyond just her culinary skill and I was happy to oblige. A … Continue reading →

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The Hanged Girl – Fifteen

Posted on March 30, 2015 by Helen

  ‘You need to look at these photos,’ Susan insisted to Lisa as their coffees started to grow cold. ‘I’ve compiled all I can from the history, it’s all here.’ She put her iPad down, swivelling it to be right … Continue reading →

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The Hanged Girl – Fourteen

Posted on March 23, 2015 by Helen

A dismal, slow business day at the bookstore was beginning to make Lisa fight off sleep at the store’s counter. She’d not been sleeping well of late. She was still plagued with strange, disturbing dreams, and Susan’s hyperbolic stories of … Continue reading →

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The Flavour of Spite – Fourteen

Posted on March 19, 2015 by Helen

I am delighted with our progress. Things go more smoothly and quickly than I had anticipated. Aunt Imogen had always said that it took easier with children, so perhaps there is something childlike in my dear Violet, for she is … Continue reading →

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The Hanged Girl – Thirteen

Posted on March 16, 2015 by Helen

  Mandy’s school had a hallway with student lockers that reminded her quite strongly of the school scenes in Twin Peaks. They were shabbier, a dull grey colour, and some in need of repair, so nowhere near as sparkly as … Continue reading →

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The Flavour of Spite – Thirteen

Posted on March 12, 2015 by Helen

As more time passes, she is more resolute in her decision to see this as a challenge, like a boot camp for her mind, even though during this same extension of time the sessions make this increasingly hard to do.  … Continue reading →

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The Hanged Girl – Twelve

Posted on March 9, 2015 by Helen

‘This is the weirdest thing I think I’ve ever come across!’ Susan announced, placing her iPad and her notebook on the cafe table with a flourish. Lisa was vaguely irritated. She had so little spare time now with work and … Continue reading →

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