Helen Varras' Story Book

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

    “ Yes Mary, same cut and curls as last time!!” and whispering to her neighbour: “I have never seen such a stupid cow like Mary. My l...

-4- 1977     She loved early Spring; the night frost changed the countryside into a beautiful landscape. The soft green colours in ...

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...

   Once upon a time… Do not all fairy tales begin with this phrase? I don’t know if I tell you a fairy tale, it is up to you to decide. ...

   She sat on a stone at the bank of the River Wharfe in Langstrothdale, her arms folded around the long skirt that covered her legs, and...

   "Ah bellisisma mio ... when you are young you don't think about the end! Life is endless, the end is for Vecchi , old people. T...

   His arms tightly pressed against his stomach to ease the pain of hunger, he sat on a chair and balanced his body back and forth. The crac...