River Alison
Bio
An irredeemable, head-in-the-clouds visionary, River Alison loves metaphor, meaning and poetry. From Science Fiction and Horror to Economics and Climate Change, he blends genres and styles as the muse fits.
Stories (6)
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Ex Nihilo
The Little Things Mike had these dreams at night. They would often start the same, coming back into her apartment from a run. Sweat clung to the Lycra as she peeled it off her aching limbs, limping through her industrial kitchen like a wounded animal. Her musk was strong, the smell of life.
By River Alison2 years ago in Fiction
99 Ways To Die
1. I was thirteen in 1995, the first time I decided to die young. Walking out of the warm University Street theater with Luke and his older brother, we’d just seen The Basketball Diaries, and the moon was big and so hopeless. There weren’t a lot of stars in that sky. They were knocked out by all the lights. Shooting stars, now and then, between the clouds.
By River Alison3 years ago in Fiction
Oil & Water
1 Falling – like the bass drops in a good slow-banger, or a spirit broken – falling like tension in a dim club when the rhythm picks up – the sensation was unmistakably like falling. A few of us were dancing, thick kids and punks with dreadlocks, long fingers lit up at their tips with neon extensions. Looking alien wasn’t hardly a thing in downtown that year, like the sky was black and red, peaking in by the warehouse slats up above us. Just another night in a dive, I remember thinking, not the wild scene, but these dancers’d fit that role. I sat apart, slouched a bit, hiding behind my hair.
By River Alison5 years ago in Fiction
