Helen Hayward
Stories (8/0)
The Owl in the Day and the Night
Nathaniel lived in a modest house on the edge of a farm. It wasn’t his farm. He had only just graduated from school and was starting his working life as an accountant. The house looked out over a few old trees and the tip of a corn field; the boundary of the Millner’s property next to him. He didn’t see them much.
By Helen Hayward2 years ago in Fiction
Why Music Is Universal Stardust
There's just something about music. It has an effect on the brain that's like no other. I'm not sure if it holds a golden key to the hippocampus or the frontal cortex, or whether there's a little bit of universal stardust dancing around the beats to give it a magic power.
By Helen Hayward3 years ago in Beat
Forget the effects. This is why The Exorcist will scare you through Halloween and beyond
I felt it. But it wasn’t really there. The silence of the soupy air hanging heavy on my body. The snap crackle of the night twinging every hair. My breath booming to me alone.
By Helen Hayward3 years ago in Horror
On James Dean
He was The Little Prince, with hair "the color of gold" and a laughter that bounced from the stars. Like The Little Prince, his eternal curiosity drove him to explore and ask questions, ignoring boundaries imposed by adults who didn’t understand. This could be seen in his searching eyes, reaching up through raised eyebrows as a child looking to his father.
By Helen Hayward3 years ago in Poets