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)
She Came Home Today
She came home today. She couldn’t quite figure out how many sunrises she had missed, or how many sunsets there were since she had been gone. She came home today, just as she promised she would come back to when she was still a bright-eyed teenager with a million dreams, and a gazillion smiles in her heart. She came back to the village she left her soul in, just like she swore she would come back for someday. Just as soon as she had found her wonderful.
By Author Alice VL3 years ago in Fiction
Don't Settle For Him
You live in a world where you get what you can get, and you take what you can take. You settle for that job you hate, because you are afraid that nothing else or nothing better might come along. You settle for a town you don’t belong in or fit into, because you are afraid that you might never come home to the place your souls long for, even though you’re not quite sure you know where that is.
By Author Alice VL3 years ago in Motivation
Wait.
Wait. Just wait. There will be days when the heartbreaks of yesterday will catch up with you. Maybe for a moment, maybe for a day, and perhaps, it might just lurk around you for a whole lot longer than is fair to your heart. It might unpredictably, reach you through a song, the mere mention of a name, an old photograph or something as ordinary as the rain. It might be the wind blowing a surprising whisper into your heart, or it might just be the way the clouds cover the sun on a day amongst many other cloud-covering days. It will claw into you, hold vindictively onto you and ruthlessly drag you flat onto the ground. It will kick the wind out of you, and it will begin to scratch at the surface of you until it has finally scraped its way into the very core of you.
By Author Alice VL3 years ago in Motivation
So, You're Broken?
What if the brokenness you are feeling right now is nothing more than a side effect of bravery? Of a courage inside of you that has allowed you to embark on the scariest thing in the world, love. What if that so-called brokenness stems from the valor and the beauty of your wide-open arms that were ready to encircle another? What if it’s simply the consequences of a vulnerable heart that you have so freely given out to someone else. Someone you trusted to take ownership of, or someone you relied wholeheartedly on to love it back. Someone you said yes to. Yes, to a life that embraced love and all there was that came with love. Someone you had faith in, to cherish and shelter that beautiful heart beating inside of you.
By Author Alice VL3 years ago in Motivation
She Searches For His Soul In Someone Else's Body
She walks the streets at night as though she’s the crusader of her heart, her body and her soul. But all she rules is a dark and murky empire where stale tobacco smoke fills the air. In her kingdom are stains on the bar counter, surround by stools reserved for the lonely. When she takes her seat on her throne, her wine glass becomes her magic wand. Each night she arrives just as the darkest of the night sets in, dressed in a silky dress, sparkling jewels and shoes that are slightly frayed.
By Author Alice VL3 years ago in Fiction
What If You Don't Fit Into That Box?
The world tells you that it’s one big cubicle and that there is a box for you that you must fit into, if you don’t want to be chewed up and ruthlessly spat out. It tells you that it’s just safer for you, and that there is no room for anybody in this universe if they can’t fit into its exact dimensions or designs. So, you spend your entire life suppressing the fact that you just cannot fit into any sort of box. And then, as you begin to convince yourself that something might be wide off the mark with you, you begin changing and adapting bit by bit so that you can fit in, because you must, just like everyone else does. Just like every other person you meet, you realize how desperate they too are, to fit into a box that was once given to them.
By Author Alice VL3 years ago in FYI
The Dream-Maker
When she awoke that morning, she gazed at the disheartening reflection that was staring back at her in the mirror. A quick and hurried glimpse in the mirror was nothing new, she had done so on most mornings before. But what was unlike any other morning, was that she had noticed how the circles around her eyes had become darker, and how the furrowed lines on her face had become clearer. It was almost as though the grey in her hair had streaked through undetected and appeared overnight, somewhere in between dusk and dawn. She noticed how the frown lines on her forehead were suddenly so deeply ingrained, and how the trenches around her mouth were unexpectedly, yet equally visible.
By Author Alice VL3 years ago in Fiction
For Her Broken Heart
She could hardly pinpoint how they got to where they were. There were no angry words, and there were no moments of uncomfortable or awkward silences. There were no mysterious late nights, and there was no tell-tale lipstick on his collar, or hidden love letters in his pockets. Yet, there they were, carrying boxes down the hall and out to his truck, while carefully loading them one by one. There was nothing much to say about anything. There was nothing at all to understand where it all went wrong, and how it all began.
By Author Alice VL3 years ago in Fiction
The Photograph
She keeps a photograph of him hidden in a heart-shaped locked, in a memory box lovingly carved in wood she buries deep in the back of her closet. What was once just another ordinary photograph, has turned into a token of validation for her, as the years passed her by. The heart-shaped locket carrying the treasured photograph is a reminder of a man and a moment she should have disregarded, and left tucked away in the past. A simple photograph that wonderfully freezes time for her and distances the voices around her whenever she looks at it.
By Author Alice VL3 years ago in Fiction