Alysse Aallyn

Category: Soulmates

  • Caving: a comedy

    (SCENE 7: Lights out on them and up on BO who has made it to the stage where he finds the rope tied to a rock.) BOVayre? Vayre? Oh, my God, Wendy where are you? (He falls backwards. She appears around the rock adjusting her pants.) VAYRENo need to shriek like a little girl. BOYou…

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  • I’ll Sleep When You’re Dead

    Today’s new psychological thriller – I’ll Sleep When You’re Dead. “What if only Soulmates can slay each other’s dragons?” *Unique…highly recommended…Not to be missed!” Midwest Book Review “thought-provoking…I identified 100% with these characters” Drishti’s Diary “You’ll find yourself thinking about it long after you lay it down” FictionPrizewinners “A sweet read with a soul-stirring premise”…

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  • Inspired Pleasure

    Diary of a Dancer – Last Post Party Castle – Mon 9 July 79 – 7:50 PM 26 hours without T. Spoke to him last night andagain this afternoon. His acceptance of me is total, but it comes froma position of strength and I have fears of being annihilated. Last nightI experienced hallucinatory states –…

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  • Inspired Pleasure

    Diary of a Dancer my friggin MIND? But it’s my battle and I’m dealing with it. I hear myselfsaying WAY too much around him as if tempting him to find something tobe disgusted by and to reject me – why can’t I just shut up and enjoy this? Because I can’t believe he really loves…

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  • Haunted Wedding

    The pregnant car disgorges Only us. It’s winter. Drunk as silver fish We beat our gills as light As hummingbirds. In an amethyst ring Of drypoint trees The half-built house Gapes and swells Its timbers stink of sap. Windrill fields occlude Our crossing, so you carry me High above the thorny osiers. We sleep aloft…

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  • On Reading the Alumni Directory

    ON READING THE ALUMNI DIRECTORY Surprised How few of us have made it. The years are quiet The years are far between. Through interstices fall Class clowns The sluts, the giant Nobodies The possessed; hunted Now as they were then; “address unknown” “Still lives with Mom” “Religious cult” “Deadbeat” “Moved…nowhere.” My bloodmate’s unmarried would we…

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  • The Treehouse

    Eager I was to initial your flesh Mark it mine forever (a fairly short forever as I recall.) You called up my drainpipe Your hot unvaried song “Who will know?” We were the ones who did not know. The treehouse was our yearbook –  Memory’s coffin; there  You swallowed me whole Like a circus act,…

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  • How I Found My Soulmate

    The Treehouse, or HOW I MET MY SOULMATE By sophomore year, I had been at PLUMLY for one year and thought I knew my way around. My pack of girl buddies crashed the orientation meeting to check out the new blood of incoming males. One guy had long blond hair that hung like a sheet…

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