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Helen Sinclair
working stiff by day, producer of procrastination and occasional prose by night. Feedback is always welcome.
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Helen Sinclair
working stiff by day, producer of procrastination and occasional prose by night. Feedback is always welcome.
working stiff by day, producer of procrastination and occasional prose by night. Feedback is always welcome.
working stiff by day, producer of procrastination and occasional prose by night. Feedback is always welcome.
Flaming hair
Pounding hooves
Legs flayed
Eyes white rolling
Always winning
The main event.
The starred stallion.
Ridden, cheered and triumphant
as gleeful children holler.
All smiles.
…
Falling mane
Chipped nails
A knocked knee
Flaky cornea
Always dusty
The biggest problem.
That bloody horse.
Hidden, derided and side-eyed
as adults wonder when
It’s time....
“Is she wearing the same clothes as yesterday?”
“Oh my god, yes! She went home with David you know…”
“No way. That's the third bloke now she's been with.”
“They're saying he just dropped her home, but who takes over an hour for a twenty-minute trip?”
“I know right? Isn't she married?”
“Yep. Two kids.”
“David’s married too. His wife put him on probation from last year’s do when he got off wit...
Hello, I'm Death.
The Dark Santa with a sack
full of bones.
Little demons for elves,
Rudolph’s got a black nose.
When I come down your chimney
It's more, well, an attack.
Heart brain or liver?
It's my choice which will crack.
My presents are wrapped
In pain, suffering and grief.
There's tears before bedtime
And then the release.
Here is my list
All checked twice.
Who is good, bad or ugly
Nau...
Jenna misses her family at Christmas time
Jim comes round and tells her of bad rating from his Uber driver
Jenna goes to work Xmas party & comes home and books ancestry test
Ancestry test arrives and neighbour brings package round and mentions delivery guy amongst other things
Jenna gets ancestry email results with family ties
Jenna decided to meet with one of the people against Jim’s wishe...
When Jenna decides to discover her ancestry she unearths a sinister past which becomes her present.
Jenna Walker has a ‘default setting’ life and she’s happy with it. A small apartment on the outskirts of a large town in central England, a 9-5 job, a handful of close friends and a boyfriend, Jim, who she imagines marrying one day.
One Christmas, Jenna and Jim gift each other ancestry tests with...
Ta-da!
What's that?
It's a rabbit in a hat.
How the hell’s it survive?
Oh shit, it just died.
Knock, knock.
Who's there
is it somebody who cares?
If you count murder clowns!
(I need new friends now).
Hey you!
Who me?
My favourite human being.
That's sweet! I feel the same.
Hold hands, let's run away....
To blink was to miss the chance to spot the ‘watching man’. Her eyes were dry from being open so wide; searching the darkness for a misplaced shadow, an imperceptible movement or change of texture. This new permanent state of intense concentration had cramped up her shoulders, knotted her neck and forced her jaw tight shut. He tongue glued to the top of her mouth.
Her breath stayed shallow and si...
When you’re hosting a party in the desert you’re either the enfant terrible of an exiled oligarch or Colonel Gaddafi. Angela was a little from column A and a little too much from column B.
“Jared! The sand!” she shrieked at the waiting staff, who sweated under the millions of tiny bulbs replacing the heat of the setting sun, “It’s on the dance floor again.”
A waiter, presumably Jared, in a full ...