"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned." She sits in silence. The only sound she hears is the pumping of her own blood in her ears. Her heart is racing. Her hands are curled into fists so tight her…
Category: Fiction
The mood is sombre. The sky is grey and dull. To the east, where she remembers many a sunrise, Helen sees only whispers of light. Like the sun itself doesn’t want to get out from under the covers. She carefully…
It’s been raining for most of the week. Today is no different. Helen looks out the rain pelted window, eying the drops of water trickling down the pane. She sees the dark grey foreboding clouds that have positioned themselves where…