Frances Helena
Bio
Frances Helena now a published author, continues to write to inspire people to use their imagination through writing and photography. Despite losing her hearing impaired at 25 years of age, she aims to become a well-known writer globally.
Stories (15)
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The Shining Light
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. She didn't know anything about the outside world, but she could sneak a peek of it via the window of his chamber. She looked out the window and saw a gorgeous blue sky with white clouds passing by; the glass had a tiny gap in the corner. Esmeralda, as she was also known, heard the kids laughing and playing off in the distance. She could see them running on the hillside covered in green grass and hear the birds singing to one another. She ate and drank every day, but she would always remember that this room formerly belonged to him. Then the vault opened and served her food, a casserole with rice and water. She sits in this room for her own mental health because her husband, who was imprisoned for a terrible crime and later committed suicide. Esmeralda had not left the compound in the last five years due to her inability to deal with the deaths of her husband and her mother, who passed away in the same room.
By Frances Helena3 years ago in Horror
Dreams can come true
I have a dream that is starting to become real, I'm a fashion designer, who is working on my latest clothing, and shoe brand, 'Beautifully Diverse'. A brand that includes people from all different backgrounds, regardless of what religion you worship, regardless of how many languages you speak, regardless of English being your second language, whether you love someone of the opposite gender or the same gender, or whether you are mixed-race like me or 100 percent of an ethnicity. We accept you for who you are, because you are beautiful, and diversity is beautiful, and that is you, and me.
By Frances Helena4 years ago in Motivation
To those no longer with us
There was a time in my life, where I didn't have anywhere to go, I didn't have anyone to turn to, and I was a lost sheep in the woods trying to run away from being sheered. This lady on the left (figure 1.), we would call Mummy Fi, she wasn't only a mother to me, but a mother to many young people, who were struggling mentally, emotionally, and physically. Many young people who were displaced, and couldn't go home for whatever reason - some had worse situations than mine.
By Frances Helena4 years ago in Families
