Monthly Archives: August 2016


Daily Prompt: Vice

Warning:  this is not the best of me….I just felt a bit naughty today….is it the moon you think?…hahaha.


“Ouch! you are hurting me.” shouted the young girl.
“Hold still!! You are making it worse by squinting.” was the swift reply.

“You are hurting me!”this time with a much higher pitch in her voice.

“If you don’t hold still, it is going to hurt you far more. Now, don’t move and let me do this”.

The girl became quiet and endured for what seemed forever and ever.

When the lady with the tweezers finally got the last eyebrow hair extracted and began applying soothing lotion, the girl exhaled with a big sigh of relief.

“Um.” answered the tweezer lady.

And so….it starts young nowadays, the beauty of a woman.




Healing Prayer

May your heart be at peace
May you find solace in the depth of your spirit
Know that all that you are
All that you can be
All that there is
Resides deep within the core of your being.

Love surrounds you
Love embraces you
Love cherishes you as most beloved of human beings
Love heals you
Love cleanses your psyche
Allow this to enter the deepest of your consciousness
Love is clearing out the cobwebs
Purest love and most radiant.

Let there be light forever shining within you
Guiding you, relieving you of all pain and sadness
May you be refreshed with a shower of radiating healing light

Hélène Vaillant ©Prayers


Six Sentence Stories: The Boy


6 sentence stories: Prompt – Suspect

The Boy

The little rascal down the street is my suspect since this kid always plucks at my raspberries, leaving the bushes stepped on, broken in parts and he is exasperating my patience so I do need to boot him out next time.

The other day he was caught sneaking up in the garage of the next door neighbour rummaging through the boxes of old toys left there through the years and, although he did not take anything, he played with some of the toys right there in the garage until the neighbour finally told him to leave.

Another neighbour reported to me that he is very sneaky, he lifts vegetables from their garden and he tried to pull out one of the rabbits from its pen the other day but he was caught just in time and that upon seeing her he ran off looking scared.

Surely someone must report him to his negligent parents who don’t seem to give him any supervision whatsoever, to the point that I have never seen either one of them coming or going from that derelict house with crooked shutters and broken window panes, a house that is a terrible eyesore in our well manicured neighbourhood.

I send my husband to complain to the parents only to see him quickly come back to tell me that the boy lives alone because his parents have been killed in a car accident last fall, that he has no relatives, that the boy feeds himself by picking in the neighbourhood gardens and that he invited the boy to dinner and he was on his way to call a social worker to come meet the boy at our house at that time.

The boy ate his dinner with such appetite looking up at us between bites and smiling at the social worker throughout the whole meal, eating nonstop until there were no crumbs left whatsoever after finishing off his second desert and shortly thereafter the boy left with the social worker looking very pleased, smiling ear to ear so we could see his joy in being taken care of.

Hélène Vaillant©/Stories for Children

White Lily


Fair Lady

Awakening from the core of a flower dear
Lending to nature, gentle touch and caring tear
Beauty to behold birthing on the pond
She is all Protector a gift to be found
Rising forth like a mountain
A splendour, sent Guardian
A perfect mirror reflection, of this fair lady
In rapture of her presence, nature gently sways.

Hélène Vaillant©Poetry

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