Alice Ash

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Our girl feels a flip in her stomach, the thrusting kick of a frog in a blackened pond, twisted damp fingers on the black, dark hill.

— shall we have the quote's from the character, the story, or no author at all? —

Doctor Sharpe


A short film directed and produced by Alice Ash and Laura Brown, written by Alice Ash.


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He looked at me and I let my mouth open slightly. I was wearing glossy pink lipstick.

— Rose —

Readings



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Lit Live w/ Alex Cristofi- a reading from short story “YOU” (2015)

The girl had taken off her jumper, and now I could see that her arms were muscular and that she wore a pink dress with white, foamy lace around the neck, and that her breasts squashed down inside like two flattened meats.

— You by Alice Ash —

The Woman OUT NOW!

An EXCITING visit to the core of delusion, where the catch of an eye or the brush of a sleeve is DANGEROUS and where DARK SEXUALITY broods in bedsits, with chocolate ice-cream and soap operas. Listen to a SYMPHONY of sounds you’ve never heard before as the truly isolated world of The Woman pricks your ears to the ticking of the clock, the CRUSHING cackle of young lovers at the bus stop, a fusion of traffic and people walking away, faster and faster.
The Woman takes you into a whirlwind adventure, UNLEASHING the stirrings of incredible loneliness and the dry-eyed DESPERATION that comes deep in the night.

I watch Min carefully, and I learn how to take the eggs out of the water, where they are smashing their bodies against the edge of the pan. Min waits for the moment when the eggs are no longer hot, places them carefully in their pale blue egg cups. She cuts the egg’s head off, pushing the knife towards her thumb until the blunt metal hits her thumbskin. She stares at the eggs for a few seconds and then walks away and out of our flat. Min never eats the eggs herself.

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People keep calling us sluts.

— Alice Ash —

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