Alex Boone
Bio
Dad/Husband
Aspiring Screenwriter
Highschool poet
Just writing things and stuff
Stories (10/0)
'In My Element'
I have always fancied myself some sort of writer. Instead of writing journal entries in elementary school, I opted to write chapters of fantastical stories, combining worlds and characters from my favourite TV Shows and Videogames. Teachers would always ask me to write about what I did at home, or over a weekend, but once they caught wind of what life at home was like, they let me scribble whatever I wanted. In fifth and sixth grades they even started critiquing my story progression and making suggestions.
By Alex Boone27 days ago in Journal
Toxic
I stood there, too warm from the alcohol to feel the cold March air, a cigarette between my fingers. “You know what Ange, you’re being an asshole. I’m leaving,” Lia stared, waiting for me to stop her. It was 2009, the night of my twentieth birthday, and Lia had been in a mood long before we got to the bar. “Cool. You’ve been anti-social all night. I don’t know why you came if this is how you were going to be,” I waved the smoke as I spoke. I knew she hated when I smoked. “You didn’t wait for me to finish my Starbucks before we went in!” “I wasn’t going to let all our friends, who came here together with me, WITHOUT an unnecessary frappucino, go in without me when the room was booked in my name. You came in and sat at the opposite end of the table as me, with people you don’t even speak to, and just stared off into space all night. You could have stayed home.” I put my hand to my mouth, ready to take a long drag.
By Alex Booneabout a month ago in Fiction
If Walls Could Talk...
If walls could talk, we would have sheltered the boy. We remember the day he first came home, everything seemed livelier, louder. He was so small, and sickly both his parents and the doctors that came to visit were concerned. We did our best to protect him from the elements, keep the cold out, and the warm in. We remember the first time he fell ill and disappeared for days. His mother sat on the floor pressed against us sobbing. We did our best to calm her.
By Alex Booneabout a year ago in Fiction
Hallow
Edwin, even with his vision distorted, could make out the hulking monsters in front of him. Grawks. He had dubbed them that after the horrible sound their bark-like limbs seemed to make with every movement. A sound only made worse by the guttural screech they made before an attack. It took no time for them to take notice of Edwin, alone, on an all too familiar street. He turns his head in the direction of his childhood home but finds only ash. Had Aiden escaped? The asphalt he stood upon cracked and crumbled, and the burnt remains of vehicles lay around him. Just how long had Edwin been out? The gnarled faces of the Grawks turned to face him, their dead amber eyes gazing through him.
By Alex Booneabout a year ago in Fiction
- Top Story - January 2023
ErRoRTop Story - January 2023
Alan stared at the words in front of him for a moment. Your password has expired. Please, reset your password. How had he missed the notifications counting down to this? How long had it been since he had to answer his security questions?
By Alex Booneabout a year ago in Fiction
King of the World
A man stands with his boy at an arm’s length, his wife by his side, he closes his eyes and remembers his first trip to this place. The child's eyes move from one attraction to the next as he tugs his father from the distant memory. The ground sticks to the soles of his shoes, and for the first time he notices the graveyard of cotton candy and slushie strewn across the ground. He tugs back at the hand guiding him and smiles, "Can I have some cotton candy?" "Later," comes the one worded response. His eyes shift from each attraction and stand, the lights and sounds an extra-sensory overload. The lights crowds and stands thin out as he reaches the ominous wheel, and suddenly, he isn’t so eager anymore.
By Alex Boone3 years ago in Humans
Prowd
Alex sat in his childhood bedroom while his Nonna sobbed herself to sleep in the room opposite his. He had moved back in a couple of weeks ago when his Nonno suddenly passed. The house, once warm and inviting, now seemed far too big and empty. “Matteo!” Alex could hear her muffled wails and made his way across the hall . “Ale! Lascia mei stare! Leave me alone!” she yelled as heard him enter the room. Alex looked sadly at his Nonna. As he turned to head back to his room the hallway felt too long, his bed too far away, so for the third time that week he slumped to the floor and slept outside his Nonna’s door.
By Alex Boone3 years ago in Families
You've Met With A Terrible Fate, Haven't You?
I was four years old, and my aunt and uncle gave me socks and underwear for my birthday. I sat on the steps and sulked. How could the two people I idolized most give me socks and underwear?! They sat there deadly serious as I felt the tears well up in my eyes, and made no move to stop me as I took off to sit on the steps and silently lament this ultimate betrayal. They then brought out their real gift to me -- a Super Nintendo. I didn’t realize it then; but they had given me an escape from the endless fights between my parents.
By Alex Boone4 years ago in Gamers