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The Others – Thirty One

Posted on December 11, 2015 by Helen

I snorted at Gabriel, incredulous. In the first moment his proposition seemed too ridiculous to take seriously. I guess most insanely evil things do seem that way at first. “What are you suggesting, some sort of Assassins R Us?” Gabriel … Continue reading →

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(Flash Fiction) Old Friend

Posted on December 9, 2015 by Helen

She missed her old friend. As a child she was told he was imaginary, but she knew better. He dwelt above her bed head, in the corner crevice of the ceiling,  and would emerge when it was only her there … Continue reading →

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The Others – Thirty

Posted on December 4, 2015 by Helen

“Isn’t it beautiful?” Gabriel repeats, this time in real-time. I’m speechless. He seems to understand. We all continue to watch the last few shots of the film. “So, there’s our present to you Peter. We’ve got your revenge on the … Continue reading →

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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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The Others – Twenty Eight

Posted on November 20, 2015 by Helen

  The first shot is of Gabriel and Natalie waving hello to me, excited like children. They looked about ten years old in that moment, like little demon seeds on acid. But they were beautiful of course and completely irresistible. … 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 – 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 – 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 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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