Helen Varras' Story Book

First of all, my memory is not what it used to be so if I am not accurate in my descriptions, it be so. Secondly, a chamber pot does not liv...

 '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...

I swivel round and round and round....I hold the imaginary she in my arms: one hand at her lower back (not too low, I would not dare to do s...

   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...

Participating in a writing contest is not only exciting but also fun!! Particularly with two stories.... Which one will be on the longlist?...

There is almost complete silence but a good listener hears the sound of the flies who want to escape through the windows. Or the occasional ...

He always loved reading. He read books and newspapers even before his governess was supposed to teach him reading and writing. His parents ...