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Alison McBain
Bio
Alison McBain writes fiction & poetry, edits & reviews books, and pens a webcomic called “Toddler Times.” In her free time, she drinks gallons of coffee & pretends to be a pool shark at her local pub. More: http://www.alisonmcbain.com/
Achievements (11)
Stories (83/0)
A Delightful Delay
Angie sprinted through the shimmering door. Glittering fairies descended upon her when she crossed into their world and they led her, laughing, into a merry dance. With time frozen in the real world, eons stretched out before them in this magical realm. Many songs later, Angie's consorts returned the exhausted mortal to her own time and place.
By Alison McBainabout a year ago in Fiction
Trying to Rebuild
If walls as old as this could talk, they might speak in slightly confused ancient Egyptian or perhaps sneeze at the dusty palm fronds that beckoned outside the entrance to the temple. That is, if they hadn't spent the last fifty years being tramped through by American visitors who flashed pictures on their cameras - and later iPhones. Slow to learn, the walls were used to being admired or ignored, and shivered as they were scratched upon with small metal picks by unsupervised children hieroglyphing their initials into insults or hearts in the odd and shadowed corners: AL + BJ. Haley is a b****.
By Alison McBainabout a year ago in Fiction
Split Mind
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. It was winter, but the butterflies didn’t seem to realize it yet. They moved aimlessly in corkscrew patterns behind the glass. She watched them as, one by one, they shivered under winter’s onslaught and dropped lifeless to the ground.
By Alison McBain2 years ago in Fiction
Herstory
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Well, it had been his room... once. It was hers now - the whole empty, echoing house was hers - and his face was getting blurry around the edges in her memory. She was beginning to forget what he looked like. Not just him, but all of them. And it was like losing a piece of herself.
By Alison McBain2 years ago in Fiction
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