About VikaJ93


I like to write lyric poems and poetic lyrics

I might also make a micro or two.

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

Viktoria Gavrilenko
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East Sussex, United Kingdom
Local Time:
24 Sep 2020 22:29
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.


Date Joined:
11 Jul 2020
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Posted: 21 Sep 2020 07:57


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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


Topic: Last 2 Letters
Posted: 14 Sep 2020 07:50


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Lager - Rages

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Posted: 12 Sep 2020 14:27

Baler - Regal

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Posted: 09 Sep 2020 03:26

Dealt - Table

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Posted: 05 Sep 2020 00:50

I should think so.😂😂

Tiled - Ideal

Topic: Last 2 Letters
Posted: 05 Sep 2020 00:45


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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 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 31 | 1 Comment


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 105 | 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 144 | 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 124 | 7 Comments


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 324 | 5 Comments

Opportunity Knocks

I have many reasons to be cheerful on this sunny Friday morning. In fact, the only cloud on my horizon is my husband, Alex. He seems reluctant to leave for work and keeps on drifting in and out of my workroom. "You haven't forgotten about tonight, have you darling?" Here he comes again, reappearing like Banquo's ghost. Alex is the senior partner in the second largest accountancy firm in...

Added 06 Sep 2020 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 6 | Avg Score 5 | Views 260 | 7 Comments

Buzz Cut

"Yes, I'm certain that's what I want," I explained to the girl with peroxide curls. "But it's for boys." She took in my jeans, shiny boots and check shirt, while in the mirror I saw my girlfriend look up from her fashion magazine. "You're such a pretty girl too." The stylist sounded defeated, like a child who has watched the sea sweep away the last of their sandcastle. With a sigh,...

Added 04 Sep 2020 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 183 | 5 Comments


Look at that woman. How old before her time and careworn she is, like a refugee broken by years of strife. Dull hair, lank and untended stragglers her neck in untidy whisps. The full mouth, that once screamed a dangerous red, now tamed by an insipid cotton mask. Pale blue eyes still visible, though their mischievous gleam has gone. But what can you expect in days like these? So I...

Added 02 Sep 2020 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 207 | 4 Comments


That day he'd booked a table at my favourite restaurant. It was his usual way of saying sorry. Now, we stood in groups outside the church. I gathered condolences like confetti, each a brief flurry of contact then back to their lives. My mother said it would take time. Maybe years. I tugged the sleeves of my black dress down tight over my wrists. She would never know, that for me the...

Added 31 Aug 2020 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 7 | Avg Score 5 | Views 206 | 7 Comments


If for an hour you do not fill my mind, I count the minutes wasted and am sad. This store of love for you I choose to find, In light of your disdain hath made me mad. For though my hopes remain earthbound and frail, And never can on gentle wings take flight. I fear my tissued dreams are marked to fail, Yet long for you to turn to me each night. Because your heart rests in another place,...

Added 27 Aug 2020 | Category Poetry | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 189 | 4 Comments

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