Helen Varras' Story Book

"I would not go in there on my own, Lass!" His voice frightened me to death, where on earth did he come from! Yes, it was a dim...

   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...

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

   His body moved passionately with every note, absorbing the music. His fingers kissed the ivory and ebony keys in changing tempo's. T...

The edge of the cliff. A dangerous place to be, she knew that, was born here.    But an indefinable feeling that made her body tremble, dro...

     The music she heard was composed by the sea. Its whispering sound louder when the waves born at the horizon, grew on their way to the...

 'My Love, My hands can not hold a pen any more. The red knuckles are swollen like marbles and my fingers grow in the wrong directions...

James is special, very special. I love him to bits. No, he is not the love of my life but my feelings for James are.... eehhmmm... special ...