Tag Archives: lost children

The Hands

Posted on October 2, 2020 by Helen

The last thing I saw was the hands. I’m the only witness, the only one left behind after the picnic. The one who wandered off, following butterflies into the forest in the other direction, only roused to return when I … Continue reading →

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The Search Party

Posted on February 1, 2019 by Helen

He stayed out past the time the search party gave up. He knew he was probably searching for her ghost now, his little girl, because he knew the statistics of time and missing children and he knew the rumours of … Continue reading →

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Carousel

Posted on December 7, 2018 by Helen

This carousel makes you ride forever. It takes you somewhere else. It’s a portal, don’t you see? To a world of infinite games, infinite fun, infinite youth. That’s the sales pitch, anyway. Parents who don’t want their children bring them … Continue reading →

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The Owl (Horror Flash Fiction)

Posted on December 13, 2016 by Helen

When the owl comes one of the children must disappear. All the townsfolk know this, and guard their children close every night in case the mystical sound of the owl calling, hooting as it descends, should reach their vulnerable ears. … Continue reading →

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Park Bench (Horror Flash Fiction)

Posted on September 13, 2016 by Helen

“The young girl was last seen sitting on the park bench on the outskirts of town. You know, that one where the bus to Portland makes its first pick up on its journey?” “Yes. Seen by our resident travelling salesman … Continue reading →

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Lucy

Posted on August 22, 2016 by Helen

Lucy made these little dolls. She called them Candy Kids, and she said they were innocent. She learnt how to make them from her grandmother, who she always claimed had gypsy blood. We’d laugh about that,and I liked her dolls, … Continue reading →

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