Helen Varras' Story Book

   My name is Mountfield and I appreciate you to call me so. No first name, just Mountfield. Although I have a very posh background I prefe...

   It is extremely cold and I ask myself why I gave in to my own hideous plan to explore the house in the middle of the forest.    Of cou...

   A few weeks ago I published the story 'Château Noisy (or Miranda), her personal feelings' .    A story not only close to my hea...

   When they heard it on the news, they did not worry. It happened more than 100 miles from where they lived but the escape was countrywide...

   The little twigs crushed by his hasty feet, made a cracking noise that did not disturb the wildlife; the inhabitants of the forest wer...

   They asked him to trust them. And to be very, very quiet, even more quiet than a mouse.    He knew mice always wandered around. In the ...

   His hand gently turned the pages of the album allowing him to view the photo's one by one as if he had never seen them before.    Th...

   “ Am I bragging when I mention being one of the most famous castle ruins in Europe? With it's print on socks? OK, let me narrow it do...