The pen moves slowly across the page, as if resisting the words that spill forth in ink. There is a hesitancy, a reluctance, as if the writer herself does not want to see the story that is unfolding. An expression of horror glazes her eyes and her mouth moves in silence, haunted by the journey of violence and death her hand reveals.

Years of abuse and oppression curl in copperplate atrocity, tracing cold decades from hopeful bride to browbeaten victim. A story that tears at the gut and one that needs to be told; silenced for too long by fear and fist. She recognises the tragedy of her life, of her lost dreams and forgotten laughter. She knows the despair, the self-hatred, the unreasonable guilt…

Make it stop. Please. Make it stop.

The litany echoes in her mind. Mute tears blotch the paper as her hand moves inexorably onward. Pity for lost innocence, hurt for broken illusions, pain for the blackened flesh and scarred wrists… grief for the children… colouring each word with a dark agony.

No-one sees. No-one knows. The fallacy of happiness is maintained… the smiling mask remains in place…no-one wants to look beyond and see…

The tale moves on, towards that night…

Make it stop.

There had been blood. So much blood.

It has to stop. I am sorry.

It had been too much.

Not the children. No.

She can no longer see. Tears and blank horror blind her… but her hand moves on…

And I am sorry.

Sorry for my life, sorry for my failure to act. For my blindness.

Sorry for this woman, my daughter, my sister, whose pen moves without her volition, telling a story that needs to be told. She writes my words at my impulsion because she can…because she too knows… and I can reach her now as I could not do before…I can speak now what I could not tell before…

Now, from beyond…

“Automatic writing or psychography is an alleged psychic ability allowing a person to produce written words without consciously writing. The words are claimed to arise from a subconscious, spiritual or supernatural source. “ Wikipedia

About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at and on Twitter @SCVincent. Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email:
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53 Responses to Automatic

  1. Haunting, Sue. Beautiful writing that gave me the chills.


  2. jenanita01 says:

    So very pain filled and beautiful, Sue…


  3. Ali Isaac says:

    Beautifully written, and very interesting… Do you think its possible that other people who have passed may choose us to write their stories for them, that maybe they want the truth to be known?

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    • Sue Vincent says:

      Possible? Why not, if you believe in the survival of the soul I see no reason to doubt the possibility. There is a lot written these days about channelling… a similar principle, of course… and while I remain sceptical of much of what I read, I am convinced that we can communicate with ‘something’ beyond the concrete reality we know. What that is, whether it is part of our own inner being, a world memory or something greater, I think we can none of us say for certain.

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      • Ali Isaac says:

        That is very true. There seems to be an ever increasing need in us for ‘something more’ which traditional religion cant seem to supply, and there are a lot of unscrupulous people out there cashing in on this. Its hard to know who to trust. Also so many genuine people, its impossible not to believe in their experiences. Which means making a choice. But I guess even traditional religions have required one to make that choice.

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  4. Reblogged this on Smorgasbord – Variety is the spice of life and commented:
    Beyond our understanding…. or is it? Flash Fiction… Automatic by Sue Vincent


  5. This one gave me goose bumps,Sue. I’ll have to say more…all in good time. So many revelations, so many stories. I love this. ❤️


  6. We are so much water – so the moon’s phases have an effect.
    We run with electrical current jumping from synapse to synapse. Energy is neither created nor destroy – it does, however transform from one type to another. So how far a stretch is it?
    When you write something like this with deep impact on readers, so sort of universal/recognition/remembrance is tapped. Causes an unsettling feeling, of a vague memory? Nicely done.


  7. Wow, this gave me goosebumps and made the hairs on my arms stand up. I won’t be able to sleep tonight.

    Well written Sue, and very interesting.


  8. Very, Very Interesting!
    For years I resisted writing my biographical-memoir of my friendship with the late David Janssen. On 21 October 2014, I released ‘DAVID JANSSEN-Our Conversations: Volume One and Volume Two.’ I had resisted writing this because I felt it would be a betrayal of his trust in me as a friend. Having co-authored ‘David Janssen-My Fugitive’ with his first wife, Ellie, many of his fans and a couple of his close friends had urged me to write of our friendship. Now, I feel he is smiling down, even having a few laughs.

    I feel better already.


    • Sue Vincent says:

      If yoou were his friend, Michael, then I cannot see that you would have written from any other facet of your heart than friendship. So I doubt if he’d mind 🙂


  9. This was quite creepy. I could almost picture the pen scratching across the page faster and faster detailing those atrocities. Very gripping.


  10. Wow, intense. But indeed a story that has to be told . . .


  11. Thiese gives me shivers: the flicker of the candle, the shadows on the wall, the urgent scratching of the nib across the page; the eerie silence, the pen knowing the way with knowledge of its own. I love this story, Sue. I’m as mesmerized as the holder of the pen. ❤ ❤ ❤


  12. Darcy says:

    Intriguing and sad. I can see where the channeler, if you want to refer to the writer that way, might become confused about .. “is this MY [reincarnation] story or is someone not-me pestering me from beyond to tell THEIR story..” if that just made any sense whatever…. there is an intimacy involved in knowing so much detail somehow.


    • Sue Vincent says:

      Even with my own work, I have to wonder sometimes where things come from… an inner level or some ‘outside’ agency… and yet also wonder, in a universe where everything is connected, if there IS an outside agency, or whether, sometimes, we simply manage to tap into a pool of consciousness that contains all human experience.


  13. TamrahJo says:

    Beautiful – And I wonder: How many centuries has one human or another, pleaded, over and over again, across the centuries, “Please – make it stop”


  14. Eliza Waters says:

    Wow, talk about swept away – I was lost on the river of your words. Girl, you can write! 🙂


  15. Mary Smith says:

    Excellent. Nothing else to say, just – excellent. Oh, and more of your stories, please.


  16. rijanjks says:

    Haunting, and so much emotion!


  17. Reblogged this on Fictionspawn Monsters and commented:
    A great post by Sue Vincent.


  18. Orvillewrong says:

    A beautifully written woman’s eye view of abuse!


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