Writer in San Francisco, CA
Hello!
I am planning on publishing posts regularly now that I will have more time this summer (graduating finally!). I would love to know if there are any topics/subjects that you would be interested in reading. Please complete the poll and feel free to leave comments or contact me with any suggestions!
Thank you to all my followers and regular readers (and new ones too!), I really appreciate your time and dedication in reading my writing.
-Alina
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Die that spins and falls
the sides, side one, side four,
six, eight? White, black, white
dot, dot, dot. Die that spins
and falls.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future! Please follow or subscribe to the email list to be notified when I publish new work!
Thank you,
-Alina
Bloodied fingers, set small skins apart
the bones that crunch in the jaws of
the dog. I am the birds feathers, strewn
across the grass. Droplets of sweat, saliva,
and blood permeate the air.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you will return in the future! If you would like to be notified when I publish new material please follow or subscribe to the email list.
Thank you,
-Alina
I am an official FINALIST for the Mark of Excellence Award in Feature Writing for 2018!
The Mark of Excellence Award is presented by the Society of Professional Journalists to collegiate student newspapers, journals, and writers.
My Finalist Article that I wrote for The Daily Utah Chronicle: 5 Horror Movies that Subvert Tropes of Gender, Race and Politics
I am so honored to be a finalist and to be selected in a pool of over 10,000 student writers! Even though I was not a winner this is a huge achievement. I want to thank The Daily Utah Chronicle, my Editors for the A&E desk, and my fellow staff writers.
Thank you!
-Alina
Here is Part 2 of my “Bertha” short story series. I’d love any feedback you have, leave a comment below!
Emilio imagines her as a pirate queen. Her eye plucked out of her head in a fight on some deserted island. Searching for treasure or maybe searching for another hit. He pours her beer and goes to clean the racks in the fridge under the bar. It is slow enough that there is not much to do and only a few people to wait on. Taking the bottles and cans out, he takes a clean rag and begins to wipe out the fridge all while speculating that Bertha was probably once a junkie and definitely not a pirate. Her hair is matted and loose, her face sagging, the skin a sickly pale color. Her hands calloused and claw-like hold her glass of beer possessively.
Suddenly Emilio thinks of her hands around his throat, her glass eye bulging out then popping out her head all together. A shiver goes through him and he stands up trying to shake it off. Now he’s just creeping himself out.
He can feel her eyes or eye on him as he moves and out of instinct looks over at her. Her face is stone but she is staring directly at him. Her teeth-less mouth knitted into itself, her lips non-existent. Emilio doesn’t want her here, he wants her to go but he recognizes this feeling. He gets it every time she gets here, right after the first few minutes. By the end of the hour hopefully he’ll be too busy to notice her. A huge crash makes him jolt and Emilio looks at Bertha.
To be continued…
Enjoyed Part 2? Read Part 3 HERE!
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