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About VikaJ93

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VikaJ93

I like to write lyric poems, poetic lyrics and short shorts.


"All novels would be twenty pages long if they didn't describe the trees."

Name:
Viktoria Jayne Gavrilenko
Sex:
Female 
Age:
27
Relationship Status:
Married
Location:
East Sussex, United Kingdom
Local Time:
28 Oct 2020 00:48
Interests:
The cultural history of Britain and America since 1945, Painting my nails, Eating cake.
Favorite Books:
The Master And Margarita, The Handmaid's Tale, Brighton Rock, Hangover Square, Lolita, The Great Gatsby
Favorite Authors:
Raymond Carver, Patrick Hamilton, William Trevor, Thomas Hardy, T S Eliot, Thom Gunn
Favorite Movies:
Loving Vincent, Blue Is The Warmest Colour, Amadeus, Meet Me In St Louis
Favourite TV Shows:
The Crown, Killing Eve, Line Of Duty, Mrs America, Madmen
Favorite Music:
Folk, jazz, blues.

Statistics

Date Joined:
11 Jul 2020
Last Visit:
27 Oct 2020
Page Viewed:
375 times
Friends:
7
Followers:
5
Days in Chat:
0
Days on Site:
29
Forum Posts:
24
Stories:
23
Badges:
4

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Topic: Last 2 Letters
Posted: 03 Oct 2020 14:35

TEmperature

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Posted: 03 Oct 2020 14:32

Stout - Trout

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Posted: 29 Sep 2020 01:45

Sheer - Reset

Topic: Last 2 Letters
Posted: 29 Sep 2020 01:41

CErtain

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Posted: 21 Sep 2020 07:57

ERmine

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Posted: 21 Sep 2020 07:57

Steam - Taste

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Posted: 18 Sep 2020 08:41

Smash - Masts

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Posted: 18 Sep 2020 07:48

ICemen

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Posted: 14 Sep 2020 07:50

ETched

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Posted: 14 Sep 2020 07:48

Lager - Rages

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A Perfect Match

"I'm so fed up of being single." Jill and Sara were eating lunch. "What about Mike," suggested Sara, indicating a young man who'd just entered the canteen. "Mmm, he's cute, but I think he might be a little weird." "Oh really, how so?" "He always wears odd socks." Just then Mike passed their table. "Hey Mike," called Sara, causing him to stop. "How come you always wear odd socks?" ...

Added 22 Oct 2020 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 59 | 2 Comments

L'Auteur

Each weekday, after her husband has left for his office, Claudia retires to her rooftop studio, where for three hours she covers canvas with solid colour. Mid-morning, she walks twice around the tree lined square, with a small dog. On Monday she meets a friend for lunch. Other days, weather permitting, she eats and smokes at a pavement cafe. On Tuesday and Thursday afternoons she sees a...

Added 16 Oct 2020 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 77 | 5 Comments

Moroccan Leather

Bound in red, hand tooled Moroccan leather, the worn notebook had been a Christmas present from his wife. Brad dutifully records in it the small victory of each alcohol free day. Tonight, in the minutes before midnight, he prepares to make an entry. It has been four days since his last one; two years since he last saw his wife. For all he knows she might be in Tangier....

Added 13 Oct 2020 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 176 | 4 Comments

After Rain

"Why is the rain still falling when the storm passed an hour back?" I had taken my daughter for a walk through the woods. It had been a week since the funeral and she had barely uttered a word since. "The raindrops get stuck in the trees and when the wind blows it shakes them free." "Like when you cry long after something sad happens?" "Yes," I whispered. "Like that."...

Added 11 Oct 2020 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 129 | 5 Comments

Our Day Out

In a clearing we danced; an undulating tapestry of diverse shapes and shades. As if entranced, we moved as one under the blistering eye of our arcane god. Whilst hidden from view, the butterfly collector stiffened and reached for his cell, intending to secretly capture our antic revels. But as his redundant seed splashed the earth, he let out a sharp cough like a fox. Alerted, we split...

Added 09 Oct 2020 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 138 | 6 Comments

Undercover

When it all started, 'we the people' objected. We called them an infringement on our liberty, a thief of identity. They were uncomfortable, unfriendly, and altogether alien in this land of the free. Then as time passed, we started to choose ones that reflected our mood, matched our outfits, made a statement. They became part of our identity. So much so, that when the danger passed,...

Added 24 Sep 2020 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 164 | 5 Comments

XXXV111

A likeness only, though my love be real  Since first I gazed upon her flawless face, This country maid who bids my heart to feel   Though time may pass, no blemish can conceal The perfect object of my life's desire, A likeness only, though my love be real   To share some space with her is my ideal And watch her breasts so gently rise and fall, This country maid who bids my heart...

Added 17 Sep 2020 | Category Poetry | Votes 6 | Avg Score 5 | Views 164 | 6 Comments

A Home By The Sea

Upholstered against the elements in scarf and overcoat and with a battered trilby perched on his head, Richard sets off on his afternoon walk. He crosses carefully at the zebra and walks up onto the promenade, where the café in the ornamental gardens is open but untroubled by customers. Seated by the window, he stares out over the windswept veranda. Many years ago he'd spent his honeymoon...

Added 14 Sep 2020 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 7 | Avg Score 5 | Views 201 | 7 Comments

Heroes Of The Revolution

All the familiar landmarks, on her route to work, lay hidden under a blanket of pristine snow. Asya stared moodily through the window. 'Why was her husband so often in a bad mood?' He was forever criticising her appearance and housekeeping and worst of all, on several nights every week, he would drink excessively and become abusive.   Beneath a snow filled sky, Oleg Mitkova stepped...

Added 12 Sep 2020 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 7 | Avg Score 5 | Views 174 | 7 Comments

Docklands

Alex had seen enough. He paused the footage, captured on his recently installed camera and gazed at the frozen features of his wife and Tony Greenwood. The man he'd decided to kill. It was Monday. His wife had left early for her job in the production office of Docklands. As he sipped tea and ate toast, Alex glanced through the morning mail. Two letters caught his attention. One was a...

Added 10 Sep 2020 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 6 | Avg Score 5 | Views 374 | 5 Comments

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emilyscarlet
Thanks for being a friend.
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Welcome to my circle of friends. :)
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So glad to be your friend now!!
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Thanks for letting me join your field of friends!
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