Alice’s Story

My inner angels and ghosts

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I sit. I write. Alice comes next to me, she walks, she smokes, sometimes she gets high. She does this while I am trying to write. She is annoying. She doesn’t let me concentrate.

I have a million ideas to write about. She doesn’t care. When I manage to forget her, she whispers random stories in my ear. Alice still young but already damaged. Drugs, homelessness, death…




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A man, a Lithuanian immigrant in the UK. Amateur writer.

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