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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:
25 Nov 2020 02:49
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.

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Date Joined:
11 Jul 2020
Last Visit:
24 Nov 2020
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Friends:
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Followers:
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Days in Chat:
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Days on Site:
10
Forum Posts:
24
Stories:
25
Badges:
4

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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

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Posted: 29 Sep 2020 01:41

CErtain

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Posted: 21 Sep 2020 07:57

ERmine

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Steam - Taste

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Posted: 18 Sep 2020 08:41

Smash - Masts

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ICemen

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Posted: 14 Sep 2020 07:50

ETched

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Lager - Rages

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La Fin De L'Affaire

You wipe your paintbrush with the silk panties I bought on the way home from visiting his tiny grave. It was the day we met, in that Pigalle dive bar, where you danced close causing thin milk to stain my blouse, and much later, reeling towards dawn, fingered my slit, as we stumbled up to the attic room with its surprising view of the sky. "I really don't see the point of going on," I...

Added 15 Nov 2020 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 81 | 6 Comments

Target

Tony Marconi's driver took a different route each morning. Today, they'd hit the garment district first, then back along the boulevard. Cocooned in the rear seat he raked his brindled crew cut trying to locate the source of a slight, but persistent, headache. At barely fifty, he was one of the most successful beasts alive in this jungle of steel and glass; the booze and girls and junk...

Added 03 Nov 2020 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 133 | 5 Comments

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 6 | Avg Score 5 | Views 115 | 4 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 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 122 | 6 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 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 354 | 5 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 177 | 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 6 | Avg Score 5 | Views 179 | 7 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 184 | 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 194 | 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 223 | 7 Comments

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