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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)
Secrets, Love & Lust — A Book I Couldn’t Put Down
TW: Mentions of drugs, sex work, fetishes. A life veering out of control “Take your pill, and everything will be all right.” So starts Amelia’s story from In My Secret Life by Amy Bleu. And while Amelia needs to swallow a hard pill to get on the plane ride that opens the book, the reader will not — this novel is a masterful tale that takes a deep dive into the darker side of adult modeling and sex work, as well as the redemptive quality of love.
By Alison McBain2 years ago in Filthy
Kiss of the Sea
The girl was perhaps five or six years old, but she didn’t look upset or lost. Perhaps it was her bright yellow dress spattered with blue dots that first caught Johnny’s eye, or perhaps it was the utter stillness of her body as she sat on the bench, staring at the fish tank opposite her. Although her legs were too short to reach the floor, she didn’t kick her shoes against the air like other children that age. Instead, her ankles were neatly crossed, her hands folded in her lap, and her eyes focused with clear and unwavering determination at the water in front of her.
By Alison McBain2 years ago in Fiction
Returning to a Golden State
I am an immigrant to the strange state of Connecticut, even though I’ve lived here for over a decade. Sometimes, I don’t know how to react to people who make assumptions about me — about my background, my race, my kids, my job, my interests. I feel like a foreigner when searching out those who have a similar background to mine, because I seldom find any hapa who were raised with the Asian side of their family, like I was in California.
By Alison McBain3 years ago in Families
In Mourning
Georgia’s eyes were milky with cataracts, blind. A navy suit hung in the closet of the room, long-skirted and somber for the occasion. Not black — too formal, she’d thought when in the store a few months back. Navy conveyed regret without being in-your-face about all this funeral business. And the color of the suit matched her once-clear eyes. “Blue as the coming twilight,” her husband told her when they’d first met.
By Alison McBain3 years ago in Fiction
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