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...

He looked in the mirror and admired his muscular posture, turning round and round. People might call him vain but he disagreed; looking well...

It is dark and cold. But I am used to it. It is black but I can not remember the light. There is light but I do not recognize it. I am tr...

   Old, tired and worn out, that is what I am. My legs are not straight any more and my colour is fading. I don't know how old you are ...

   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...

   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...