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Helen Seder
Bio
Art doesn’t need to be “good.” It just needs to be.
Stories (16/0)
Let Us Not Be Boxer. Top Story - July 2024.
Anya’s grandmother only took her there once. She’d had to claw the way through the bushes, one gnarled hand shoved branches and thorns out of the path, as the other held Anya’s small soft hand. When she looked back, as an elder, Anya wonder how much the journey had hurt her grandmother. Her swollen, knees assaulted by aches, her bare feet must have screamed over the course of the trek.
By Helen Sederabout a month ago in Fiction
Out, Damned Spot
I had been beautiful once. When the lighting was right people called me stunning; I had the face of a muse. I was a woman who men noticed and I didn’t need to try. I had the beauty of a woman who was born into it – born into power and yet who knew subtlety. But nothing has threatened a beautiful woman like the unstopping march of time, and age comes for us all.
By Helen Seder11 months ago in Horror
The Commodification of Sadness
TW: suicidal ideation, mental illness, etc. -------------------------------------------- I am what the internet would describe as a certifiable SadGirl. Or, in the words of my doctor, “mentally ill and extremely depressed.” But the former has a cuter ring to it.
By Helen Seder11 months ago in Confessions
Predator or Prey. Top Story - August 2023.
I did not want to die this way. None of this was meant to happen the way it has. I lie here, blood and bile, pooling at my paws, and know how you will tell this tale. If I am to die at your hand, though, you will hear my story.
By Helen Sederabout a year ago in Fiction
Where the Crawdads Sing. Runner-Up in Critique Challenge.
Cons: Big “Not Like Other Girls” energy from the heroine ; Heavy lean on the “Magical Negro” trope; Some of the worst poetry ever written ; Imagine an interesting love-triangle/murder mystery. Take out what makes it interesting. Pros:
By Helen Sederabout a year ago in Critique