AliciaB
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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Story | A Covid poem (My hands are dirty and unsafe) | AliciaB | 0 | 8 months 2 weeks ago |
| Story | Everything now | AliciaB | 0 | 8 months 2 weeks ago |
| Story | bag o’ bones | AliciaB | 0 | 8 months 2 weeks ago |
| Story | The scent of them | AliciaB | 3 | 9 years 3 months ago |
| Story | You got the jitters | AliciaB | 7 | 10 years 5 months ago |
| Story | I'm more beautiful in the dark | AliciaB | 2 | 10 years 5 months ago |
| Story | An ode to Tinder | AliciaB | 8 | 10 years 5 months ago |
| Story | I saw it in the stars | AliciaB | 0 | 10 years 5 months ago |
| Story | As good as it gets | AliciaB | 7 | 10 years 5 months ago |
| Story | the only thing worse than leaving | StJimmy | 10 | 11 years 3 months ago |
| Story | Driving to Whitstable with my father | maggyvaneijk | 15 | 12 years 9 months ago |
| Story | By the radiator | AliciaB | 0 | 12 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Buffalo: Diary of a (non) smoker | AliciaB | 0 | 12 years 11 months ago |
| Story | bah humbug | AliciaB | 0 | 12 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Angels | AliciaB | 0 | 12 years 11 months ago |
| Story | And look at the mess we're in | AliciaB | 8 | 12 years 11 months ago |
| Story | 142 Manor Street | AliciaB | 3 | 12 years 11 months ago |
| Forum topic | brighton rock -- criss cross | AliciaB | 1 | 12 years 11 months ago |
| Forum topic | i don't want u to read this anymore | AliciaB | 3 | 12 years 11 months ago |
| Collection | dreaming. of. something. | AliciaB | 0 | 12 years 11 months ago |
| Story | Mind the gap | AliciaB | 0 | 13 years 3 weeks ago |
| Story | Settling | AliciaB | 1 | 13 years 3 weeks ago |
| Story | Little yellow boat (redemption) | AliciaB | 0 | 13 years 3 weeks ago |
| Story | stone | AliciaB | 0 | 13 years 3 weeks ago |
| Story | fags | AliciaB | 0 | 13 years 3 weeks ago |
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Everything now
It was a grey-tinged day that God forgot. A West London building stuffed with fish-eyed Workers, Styrofoam desks and strip light glares – Bulbs so...
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- 231 reads
bag o’ bones
our hearts grew thin and rangy from lack of light and love put in we were starving, we were famished we were dying for more. All the love we wanted...
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- 165 reads
A Covid poem (My hands are dirty and unsafe)
Grey sky, same view. Stay home stay safe stay scared. Keep your germs away Get the cloth and wipe shopping from Sainsburys Local Delivered by...
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- 251 reads
The scent of them
I miss the smell of families – Funky, loud, unabashedly visceral. Granddad’s chest hair was wiry; sourly Vinegary, reeked like baked conkers. Nana’s...
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- 1687 reads
You got the jitters
You are scared of trains buses planes ISIS kids that kick bottles the pimple on your foot next week's deadlines war bankruptcy mugging the woman you...
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- 5002 reads