Griffen Helm
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Griffen Helm; Writer of Things.
Fair Warning my work can be pretty violent, rude, lewd, and explicit; including themes of depression suicide, etc.
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I often wonder about them... those people beyond the wall. Guardian lets us see them if we ask. They always gather outside the wall, monitored constantly by Guardian's cameras and drones. Guardian says that they don’t patrol the wall to keep us safe but to keep them from hurting themselves against our defenses; It is apparent to see, in the 20 years since we were abdicated the only fatalities have been caused by infighting, intruders are always dealt with tact and care.
By Griffen Helm2 years ago in Fiction
The Lonely Shopping Cart
In a parking lot, a nondescript distance from my home; I often find myself walking my dog. And day after day, week after week I have not once failed to notice a peculiar shopping cart precariously situated in the far corner of the lot. It's filled with a wide assortment of city survival essentials; buckets, bags and bundles of clothes for warmth.
By Griffen Helm2 years ago in Journal
Me, my Dog and the Meat I can't Eat. Content Warning.
I am a Vegetarian My dog is not... that. And thus I find myself in a familiar circumstance, ripping apart a chicken carcass with my bare hands after boiling it down into a stock for the better part of the day. An unfortunate paradox to my senses, the food I’ve sworn off dripping the last remnants of its savoury grease into my sink as my dog awaits in visible tension as I transfer the spinal meat into his food bowl.
By Griffen Helm2 years ago in Petlife
Rain Writing
I’ll often stand beneath the rain. It feels like a soothing balm gently calming the torrent that often crashes through my life. I used to think of it as purifying, that it could wash away every harsh memory entrenched in the fibres of my being; but that was impossible.
By Griffen Helm2 years ago in Writers
SHOT CLOCK. Content Warning.
ERA ONE. FUCK!!! FUCK!!! No no nonononono.... For all that is holy why didn't I shoot myself! The mission was a success, still is a success I guess, but that bastard, that absolute scumbag fuck rascal, had something like that in his back pocket...
By Griffen Helm2 years ago in Fiction
Downtown London Ontario. Content Warning.
The downtown sector is strange in London. Given the size of our population you'd presume some amount of landmarks or points of interest, but, no, it's actually about the same as cities a 1/8th of our total sprawling landmass. There are local shops and restaurants, along with a few quaint spots. That alone makes London downtown feel pretty anemic, not because it's bad(it is but ill get to that) but because you'd expect a lot more for what we are.
By Griffen Helm3 years ago in Humans
Hypochondreadjacent. Content Warning.
When I was a child I always hoped that I had cancer. It honestly could have been any illness, but cancer was the first thing I would think of. I also wondered whether or not I was autistic or had something similar to Down syndrome; that maybe everyone was way smarter than me but just pretending to make me feel better.
By Griffen Helm3 years ago in Poets
Bio Funk Opening
The cold damp hallway did nothing to help with the searing hot pain in Rook’s side. He was hit, and despite his sheer determination to continue deeper into the bowels of the station, the young soldier wasn’t brave enough to yet look at his injury; it was his own bowels that he should have been worried about.
By Griffen Helm3 years ago in Fiction
