Author Alice VL
Bio
Alice VL, born on the 1st May 1970 as Alice Johnstone, is a South African writer who was raised in Saldanha Bay, a quaint village off the West Coast of Southern Africa.
Stories (21/0)
When He Slips Back In
Every once in a while, she is wonderfully sure that a portal opens between the life she finds herself trapped in, and his, the next. She hears a song on the radio play more frequently than other days, and she smells his cologne in the strangest of places, at the oddest of times, surrounded by unfamiliar faces and unknown voices. She abruptly awakens in the middle of the night, sure that she felt his hand clutch hers, as he delicately whispers her name.
By Author Alice VL3 years ago in Fiction
She So Wishes It Didn't
The world still turns. The seasons still come, and the seasons still go. Autumn changes the color of the leaves, and with winter comes the cold and the snow. In spring, the world cheers at the sight of blossoming flowers and new beginnings. And then in summer, laughter fills and lingers in the air. The world still turns.
By Author Alice VL3 years ago in Fiction
A War So Ugly
We dream of taking just one more walk through our lands, cross over our deserts and stroll carelessly along our shorelines. We hunger to climb our hills, saunter below our mountains and barefoot, we are desperate to feel the beaches underneath our feet. We want to rush in underneath a waterfall, paddle through a river, and wade our toes in our oceans. We long to watch the sun set and the sun rise again over our valleys and oceans, and step in under the rain that comes crashing enthusiastically down from our beloved country’s skies.
By Author Alice VL3 years ago in Humans
The World In My Notebook
Life has always been a stranger to me. My heart doesn’t have a connection to it anymore, and most likely never did. My soul has always placed a great distance between me and life. Life, and the world we’re living in, has always seemed a little upside down.
By Author Alice VL3 years ago in Motivation
What We Were, What We've Become
She stood quietly on the front porch with a cup of coffee in her hands, watching him leave for work, just as she had done on so many mornings before. She smiled when she realized how the years had passed and how he had aged. While she stood watching him, she suddenly remembered the man he was when she first met him. She was instantly overcome by an urge to call him back, and tell him that if she could go back to the day they had first met, she would tell him that he never needed to change and that she wished he had stayed exactly the same. Instead, she sat down on an empty chair on her front porch and watched him climb into his car. She thought back to a time when life had not yet begun to dictate its rules and enforce acceptable conduct upon them.
By Author Alice VL3 years ago in Motivation
She Turned The Lights Off, One by One
She wrote him a note on a day much like any other day before that. She nervously slipped it in underneath the door of the boy who had lived next door to her for almost all her life. With her trembling hands, she wrote him that she’d grow up soon, and she asked him to wait for her, until she does. She said that she was a little shy, but that she was sure he was the boy she would love for the rest of her life. She told him that she was saving her heart just for him, and she signed the letter with love, from the girl next door.
By Author Alice VL3 years ago in Fiction
What He Should Have Told Her
He told her that their thoughts were trapped, and forever lost in their once childhood dreams. He said that the years in between had stolen their promises and distorted the way his heart once sought hers out. He just couldn’t wait anymore. He had stopped dreaming of her a few years back. He said that he had found someone new, and he hoarsely whispered that she was more like him.
By Author Alice VL3 years ago in Fiction
Did The Universe Ask You To Love More Thank One?
You promise him that it is him you want and that it’s him you want to be with. You pledge your love and devotion to him, because you do love him, and you are devoted to only him. You love him wildly. You love him faithfully. You love him so incredibly passionately. Your heart can compare him to no other, and you dream of your tomorrows with him. You have every intention of being faithfully dedicated to him, to just one. In the end, we all can only love one. We are made to only love one.
By Author Alice VL3 years ago in Motivation
Can You Paint Me A Love Story?
On the corner of a busy and bustling city street, she saw him behind his easel as people hurriedly passed him by, almost as though he was fiercely guarded from the world around him. He smiled slightly as he clutched a paint brush in his hand and whistled a love song that could not be drowned out by the lively noises of the streets. With each brush stroke, he brought to life the waves of an ocean that were crashing harshly on the sands of a beach.
By Author Alice VL3 years ago in Fiction
To Go Back To Before
Among thousands on that city street, she looked past the crowd and saw him standing there. She could barely move when she noticed the abrupt recognition in his face. Her world stood entirely still for just a moment as she anxiously fought to take in a breath of fresh air. With nowhere to hide, her togetherness fell apart and her transparency faded away as he came closer to her.
By Author Alice VL3 years ago in Fiction
The House Where Love Once Lived
She began to tremble slightly as she stood in the shade of an almost fifty-year-old oak tree and eyed the old white house on the hill. She felt a gentle breeze submerge her, before a mild shudder ran down her spine, almost as though it was welcoming her back, but at the same time, scolding her for being gone for far too long. She could have sworn that the old oak was much smaller when she used to stand at that very same spot and call out his name, not too long ago.
By Author Alice VL3 years ago in Fiction
What If?
What if you once giddily stood at the altar, before your family and all your friends, and vowed that you’d love only your chosen him? That there would never be anyone else again, and that you’d love only him until the day you died? What if you wore your gown of white as proof of your undying love for him, and you swore to the legitimacy of the promise you were making to only him? What if you faithfully and staunchly undertook to remain by his side, through all the good and all the bad, the up’s and all the down’s?
By Author Alice VL3 years ago in Motivation