Abi Alexander

Joined March 2018

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The Little Bird.
There was a little bird, One sang a jolly tune, She’d sing it loud and proud, Every morning until noon. Then one day she stopped,
By Abi Alexanderabout a month ago in Poets
L is For...
As the rich light of the golden hour began to creep into the corners of the studio apartment, Norah flopped down on the sofa. Six hours of almost uninterrupted unpacking later (not including the regular stops to lose herself in TikTok, of course) and the apartment was looking a little more like someone lived in it.
By Abi Alexander8 months ago in Fiction
Love is For...
A vibration next to her arm pulled Norah back to the now and the comfy leather armchair she was sitting in. She blinked twice to re-orientate herself and her eyes shifted from the diary to her bright phone screen where a photo of a young Norah, smiling broadly, was wrapped in the arms of a striking woman whose head was thrown back with laughter. ‘Mum’ flashed above the picture.
By Abi Alexander8 months ago in Fiction
L is for...
A loud alarm roused Norah from her deep sleep. She fumbled in the half-dark of this still unfamiliar space for her bedside table to shut off the offensive sound. She had stayed up far too late sending flirty messages to a cute little pocket-rocket, whose intense love for Hello Kitty ensured that a couple of drinks and an awkward morning goodbye was all it would ever amount to. And that was how Norah liked it.
By Abi Alexander10 months ago in Pride
Dad Know's Best.
Friday morning. Circa 1999. The West Midlands, England. Already the day was off to a slightly unusual start. Getting ready for school that day it was not my Mum’s light, melodic voice chivvying me along but my dad’s deep baritone telling me to step on it if we didn’t want to be late.
By Abi Alexander10 months ago in Humans
L is For....
The worn oak floorboard groaned as if in protest as the heavy wardrobe was pushed into its final resting place in the corner of the bare room.
By Abi Alexander10 months ago in Pride
The Hollow Beyond.
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Not that anyone remembered a time before them anymore. Except, perhaps, old Reya who was as ancient as the deep valley hillside she lived in. However, since she’d caught Goblin fever four summers before, her stories had become jumbled with tales of life in the valley before The Collision and merged with tales the fairyfolk shared of life beyond The Scar. So a life of dragons, was all we knew and except for the occasional stolen livestock, they were far less troublesome than many of the other creatures who had followed in those early days after The Scar appeared.
By Abi Alexander10 months ago in Fiction