Stories by alexandra_a

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Bread of Heaven

Curl up on the couch in readiness for your weekly helping of the nation's favourite TV chef.

Auto-cue 1 The mass-production of our daily staple (waggle the limp, blanched slice till my tits jiggle) has debased it, devalued it, ripped it (dramatically tear it in half) from the core of our diet to lie curled and pasty on the periphery (toss it over shoulder; pick up wine glass and toy with it). I have barely (steal a glance at understated Rolex) twenty-five minutes to eradicate...Read On

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Three minute warning

A young girl's first job interview coincides with an international crisis.

I'm plain and know it. Don't need anyone to tell me. Make-up and nice clothes are wasted on me, create a caricature, a parody of sensuality. So usually, wisely, I don't bother. However, today is a special day, a day when I have to try my best to look my best and thus open myself to ridicule. I approached the desk with justifiable trepidation. The tweedy receptionist smiled patronisingly at...Read On

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Death's stealthy arrow

Bullets, blades, disaster and disease become nought beside the great deceiver's subtle weapon

I cling to speeding, spinning cones of lead That pierce the air and armour, skin and bone; Once deep inside, I ditch my deathly ride, Spread dark destruction, quell life's fragile wick. * I cleave to sharpened shards of stainless steel That separate the living from the dead. A scratch, a nick, a cut will let me in To fester in the ragged bloodied meat. * I steal by...Read On

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The lovers of Antipodei 3 (part 2 of 2)

In a distant war-torn planetary system, a lone soldier creates her own salvation

On the thirteenth day, scraping woke me. Scratching and scraping. From the surface end of the tunnel. Improbably fortuitously, a ship had arrived. And they were digging me out. I tapped furiously, clung to any hope. I've been so lucky, been close to death and escaped so many times - I knew a pile of rocks could never get the better of me. Another thought sobered me: even if I get out...Read On

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The lovers of Antipodei 3 (part 1 of 2)

In a distant war-torn planetary system, a lone soldier creates her own salvation

Antipodei 3. Satellite1. Rotation 9: 2347 I am Moon. I rise and fall with the tides. I turn my face to match the seasons, though I always stay the same. I am unknowable, but you will come to know about me. I am untouchable, but across time you can touch me. Without the 'you', there are no words. Without the 'you', I never existed. Thank you for finding me, for once found I know I will never...Read On

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Two minutes seven inches of Heaven

Black PVC and a sliver of diamond resurrect singular first-time memories

I remember everything single thing about it. The squealing windscreen wipers on the bus, slightly out of sync, one completing seven cycles to the other's six. Condensation streaking down my window, collecting in the rubber seal then sloshing out whenever the bus slowed, accelerated or stopped. I was cold, my polyester cardigan, short cotton dress, insignificant shoes and soggy tights...Read On

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A sin begets a son begets a sin

Desperate for a child, a woman spurns her ailing husband and secretly beds a younger, fitter man

'Klara? Where are you going, my love?' 'Out. Simply out. I need some air. This house is stifling.' My husband shakes his head. 'It is getting late. I should walk with you.' 'No, my love!' I try hard not to sound too insistent. 'Finish your meal.'  Alois nods then scrapes his spoon across his plate and shovels its captured contents beneath his untidy grizzled moustache. I know he...Read On

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Sex machine

Two parts of a living, loving machine assemble in the darkness.

The machine was built for pleasure. Independent of external forces, it rocked and rolled, ebbed and flowed on cushioning foam and silent springs. Touching parts were exquisitely oiled so they moved freely, yet still maintained sufficient contact. A delicious necessary friction. The machine was tireless, drew on an infinite primeval power source. Its cycles were random, yet...Read On

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Imitating Art

Ira, Cole and Noël are dead; Julie London too. So I wrote this song instead and sing it just for you

The gallery was free, yet full Of endless dull Depictions with no wonder thundering In my heart or head. I stood instead And gazed within: why must my ordinary life Forever imitate art? * There! Amongst the moulded marble Art, by name  And nature, nurtured in an alien  Scrapered world for his and my mimetic sakes Bought tea and toast, taught me to see that most of life ...Read On

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A Brief Encounter

Love grows, flowers and dies in a timeless, endless cycle.

The winter of your absence I hide and freeze Entombed beneath the sheets of ice  And sleep a thousand deaths * The springtime of your nascence I wake and thaw Swell and split with roots of white Shoots of the brightest sheen * The summer of your presence I thrive and bloom  Bedecked is wondrous petalled shades I burst and bear my fruit  * The autumn of your distance...Read On

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A rose by any other...

I can't think of a one liner. Perhaps if I could, I would have spared us all the 66 liner below.

Big ears! he shouted and ran away Stuck out his tongue, pulled my hair all day And made me cry * Hey, is your Ellie playing out, Mrs Jones? We broke a window throwing stones And never got found out * Billy's got a girlfriend! his mates all cried No I bloody haven't! She's a liar. Ellie lied! But we held hands later * You're beautiful, gorgeous, I wish that we ... ...Read On

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101 wasted words

A Roman said it in 2 words; someone else in 3: seize the day! We know it, yet still run out of ti...

We have tonight, my lover said, To write a poem A poem to write Without a wasted word? said I Said I, said I, said I * Precisely so, my lover said,  A hundred words And one besides 'Tis not enough, I fast replied 'Tis not, 'tis not enough * If love were true, my lover said, You'd need but three Just three would do But I would die for you, I said For you I'd...Read On

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Day of reckoning

In love as in life, what goes up must come down

One chance Two souls Three times Forewarned Five kisses Sixth sense Seven leaven Ate all Nine and sixty Tentatively Nine tails Eight strokes Seven wonders Six kisses Five tears Forgo Three words Too late One...Read On