Julia Alfred

Joined June 2020

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Bio

I am a born Dreamer leading an unbelievable life.Encountered people who match the villainous and heroic personas we read about in stories & done things I would surely do better.

A penny for my thoughts is worth it.

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Achievements (1)

Second Place in Glow from Within Challenge

Stories (46/0)

The Bacon Heist
She knows! Mom knows how much I love the bacon, yet ever so often she fries some up and I barely get a smidgen of what she served herself.
By Julia Alfred10 months ago in Fiction
Red
I inch you closer to my lips; Swirling, Sniffing each time between sips. The silky smooth redness you always seem to bear,
By Julia Alfred11 months ago in Poets
Work Hour Distraction
Daunting, gruelling, dreary office life; In seeking to find solace, into her thoughts she slides. She finds her covered toes snuggling the grains on a sandy shore;
By Julia Alfred11 months ago in Poets
Him
It is impossible to be touched by his soul and not believe in God. Be enveloped by his entire being that I crave his thoughts to maraud.
By Julia Alfred11 months ago in Poets
In The End
As he laid there on the cold ground, feeling the lightness of the breeze through his hair and the slowing heaves of his chest, nothing else mattered. Not the young girl he pushed out of the path of a negligent driver. Not the distant sirens racing to save his life. Not the pain. Just the peace of lying in the arms of the one he loved.There was a blissful static silence with interrupting echoes of reality. A tear escaped as he smiled and let the darkness consume him; his last image being the hummingbird on her arm.
By Julia Alfred11 months ago in Fiction
The Affair
Love is patient. Love is kind. It does not envy or boast. It is neither proud nor rude. It is not self-seeking and not easily angered. It keeps no record of wrongs.
By Julia Alfred11 months ago in Fiction
The Fair
The colors! The sounds! The space! Gripping daddy’s hand to keep pace. The crowd as thick as honey as they squeezed through the gates.
By Julia Alfred11 months ago in Poets
Dear Old Man
Your brown eyes they look so distant and blue, As you sit there fumbling with the laces on your shoe. Your hands once so steady, tremble as they reach for mine.
By Julia Alfredabout a year ago in Poets
Songs She Sings
She sings sad songs. Sending smooth shivers. So sad. So sinful. Some shame she senses. So sad. So sacred. Shedding soulful skin she shuns.
By Julia Alfredabout a year ago in Poets
The Rat Race
We are born into a rat race, Encouraged to move and grow at our own pace. So we work and toil, Only to end back up in the soil.
By Julia Alfredabout a year ago in Poets
His Past Page
I am now but a page in his book. One he never got to understand. All the lack, All the resentment, He will never know.
By Julia Alfredabout a year ago in Poets
The Call
Call. Don’t call. I can’t call. You don’t know me anymore. I’m just some stranger on the telephone. Call. I hear the recurrent cues of a mind confused.
By Julia Alfredabout a year ago in Poets

Julia Alfred

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Stories (46/0)

The Bacon Heist

Red

Work Hour Distraction

Him

In The End

The Affair

The Fair

Dear Old Man

Songs She Sings

The Rat Race

His Past Page

The Call

Achievements (1)