Penelope Henain
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Writing has been my creative escape since I was a child.
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Stairs of Deception. Content Warning.
Cassie stood at the edge of the infinity pool, the shimmering water reflecting the endless expanse of the ocean beyond. Beside her, Susan, her mother, looked on with a mixture of pride and contentment. Cassie took a deep breath, savoring the moment of accomplishment. "Mum, can you believe I did this?" she asked, her voice tinged with disbelief.
By Penelope Henain2 years ago in Psyche
Deceive or Die. Content Warning.
Cassie relocated to Rogue Point, determined to start anew. She secured a job in a café in Newcastle and believed she could manage. How wrong she was. Without a car, she relied on the bus for transport. Her first hurdle was an early morning shift that required her to be at work by 6 a.m., With her friends unreliable in helping her get to work as promised, and no bus available that early. she began hitching rides to work. It was never a problem—someone was always happy to help her get to work—until the day someone was too happy to help.
By Penelope Henain2 years ago in Psyche
High Rise, Deep Impact . Top Story - May 2024. Content Warning.
I have witnessed a death that I relive every time I step into an elevator. Although it no longer affects me as deeply—given that it's been 11 years since the incident—it remains a heart- rending memory from my first and last day as a paramedic. My initial call to the scene involved a man who seemed to have fallen down the elevator shaft of a high-rise building. Alternatively, it might have been that the elevator moved upwards while he was working on it. Different scenarios were being considered when I arrived.
By Penelope Henain2 years ago in Writers
The Darkness
“Wake up, Wake up Mummy please. You need to wake up” The cries of 9-year-old Julia wailed through the empty house with not a person to respond for miles. The lifeless body of the Childs mother lay there slightly curled up on the once crisp white leather lounge before the darkness had come. Only the sounds of what sounded like whispers from beyond the darkness could be heard, but never did they come into the darkness.
By Penelope Henain4 years ago in Fiction
Don’t lie, I’m not.
Memories of my father when he was alive seem so wild and fictitious. I know they are true, I’m sure they are true! “What did your daddy do now Jessie?” was mockingly spoken so many times by my peers over the years when I would recollect stories about my father.
By Penelope Henain4 years ago in Fiction
The day the wifi stopped
Muuuuummmmm the wifi stopped. Hi I'm Daniel, just a regular dude about to sit down after a hard days work at school with my iPad, iphone, Apple TV and Xbox. You know; just the regular gadgets of the many available that 13 year olds have these days.
By Penelope Henain4 years ago in Fiction
