Tag Archives: obsession

Amourex de la mort

Posted on November 10, 2017 by Helen

You are in thrall to darkness Amourex de la mort Your skull but an entry A terrible door You yearn for submission To death’s ancient lore Your life is but forfeit Its worth you ignore You long for oblivion Its … Continue reading →

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(Flash Fiction) The Dream

Posted on December 3, 2015 by Helen

He saw her in the dream. She was darkness, a shadow, always a willowy wisp of negative light. But she was a siren, in any case, calling to him. Sometimes he thought he remembered her from somewhere. He felt, even … Continue reading →

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Flavour of Spite – Eight

Posted on February 5, 2015 by Helen

Violet was frightened it seemed, and that was not my intention. I had wanted our first real encounter, in her new home, to be one of explanation, but slowly growing appreciation, even the first brief buds of joy. I had … 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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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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The Flavour of Spite – One

Posted on January 3, 2015 by Helen

The first time I saw her I wondered what her flavour would be. I was tempted to think crème brulee, for the hard, brittle shell and sweet softness within. Her pretty face was crumpled in a frown and she was … Continue reading →

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