Browsing Archives of Author »Alice M.«

Best British Short Stories

July 6, 2022


I’ll be appearing for the first time in print October of this year, in this gorgeous volume by Salt Publishing. Available for preorder here.

The Rising Filth – excerpt

October 13, 2020


one Bilge light drips into her eyes from between the lanes of the overpass. The sun’s right over her face. She rolls into the shade so she can go back to sleep. Her cardboard bed crackles against the concrete. She hates being awake. She dreams of white white rooms with clean sheets that smell like […]

Patreon is up!

October 24, 2019


Visit my Patreon! I’ll duplicate my public posts here, which will contain flash pieces and status updates, but if you’d like access to stories, non-fiction pieces, recipes, and long-form fiction, please consider becoming a patron! I haven’t officially launched yet, but when I do I’ll announce it on my twitter (@notveryalice). In the meantime, please […]

A Story from a Grimoire of a Religion that Doesn’t Exist

April 21, 2019


I. “Watch,” said the old man. The tree bowed, uncertain of his authority. The old man smiled, and laid down his cane. His daught-pitr was buried here and her children, and their children, and on for many subsequent generations. They had been buried in the ashes of their parents, on and on, for ten generations […]

Novel Excerpt: To walk in perilous paths

August 28, 2018


~~~ I’m happy to announce this excerpt has won me a fellowship with Summer Literary Seminars for their 2019 programme in Tbilisi, Georgia, through their annual fiction competition. Follow my posts for updates! ~~~ 0. Overedge Memory is flawed and reality is rotten; through the holes in one we forget the other—but even when a […]

Food Diary of the Damned

December 22, 2017


[TW: food, diets] I wrote this a few months back in an attempt to make light of dieting in general. I based it around what I actually ate that day. I was on a “dieting can’t be that difficult” kick. Honestly, in my lived experience the only time I lose weight is because I’m paying […]

Tá me Sínte ar do Thuama

June 19, 2016


I’ve let this blog go in recent months. It was more exciting to update when I was doing more than staring at pages that come together more slowly, it feels, than glaciers. I am writing, I am doing something, but it’s all at my desk. I’ve come to a lull in my career — I hope only until […]

Some People are Black Holes

December 11, 2015


I. A black hole is a term I’ve begun to use for a person with gravity–not the Anglocised gravitas [solemnity], closer to a Latin ‘gravity’, also gravitas [presence]–I’m twisting terms, and here I mean something closer to charisma; this gravity belongs to people who make other people reflexively orbit them. No human black hole is perfect and there will be spectators: “I don’t […]

Philosophy of Writing – 22 – Drought

August 1, 2015


Constantly, like an event of weather or a movement of the stars, I will open a screen like this and tell myself that the blog hasn’t been written in for a long time and there’s no way to keep it alive, even though I love it, without posting. I can preen the links and pick the […]

Speculative Microfiction

April 2, 2015


Under the leaves the Beast waits singing Oh Joy to the Blood to the Keening the Pain Under the Rain the Feast waits gleaming, lost in the Forest preening dirt from his breathing Beast cleans the Feast from her Teeth red with bleeding, waits near the Nest she saw fall from the Stars ‘Til somewhere […]