Alexander McEvoy
Bio
Writing has been a hobby of mine for years, so I'm just thrilled to be here! As for me, I love writing, dogs, and travel (only 1 continent left! Australia-.-)
I hope you enjoy what you read and I can't wait to see your creations :)
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The Archive: Part Four
Ghosts whispered in the dark. No one truly knows how many people died in the Archive, but the number is higher than most people are willing to consider. Yet still lower than the worst fears of the newest apprentices. Since the earliest days of delving, men and women disappeared into the infinite black below Koldrum, leaving no trace of their journey aside from the rare find of a mess tin or an abandoned respirator.
By Alexander McEvoy2 months ago in Chapters
- Top Story - March 2024
ImmerwaldTop Story - March 2024
Standing so still that one might think it was a tree, the Voice of the Immerwald glared at the Ambassador. The glare was felt, not seen. Its eyeless wooden mask betraying nothing, but it tore into anyone on whom the gaze turned. Like a spile driven into their souls, drawing out fear and guilt that pooled on the floor around their feet.
By Alexander McEvoy2 months ago in Fiction
Among the Silent Trees
Gentle rain fell with a sound like tinkling bells to the ears of the hermit. He had learned to hear the music of the woods when he was a boy, though when exactly he had gone from boy to man was lost to him now. In a way, and after a fashion, the trees would speak to him sometimes. Not in the language of his parents, no. Those words and meanings were all but lost to him now, rather in a secret way he had learned… now when had he learned it?
By Alexander McEvoy2 months ago in Fiction
- Top Story - March 2024
SonderTop Story - March 2024
Nervous whispers in a busy place. Before his eyes, a hundred lives have passed, a hundred people all going their different ways. The weight of it is crushing to the sleep-deprived mind. The weight of knowing, without being able to feel, that every weary traveller he sees is just as real and complete as him. That every over-tired passerby who skates past or slightly lingers near where he sits and writes is just the same. Hiding truths and potentials no one else will ever come to know.
By Alexander McEvoy2 months ago in Poets
Lost Sisters
To those who are gone, Cruel though it may be, I cannot but wish that you are dead. A blessing, I would call it, to not suffer the horrors that do the living like you. When we burn our medicines for you, the tobacco smoke I send to the Spirits carries my wish that you are safe from the suffering of so many of your sisters. Whose pained cries and hopeless screams are unheard and un-mourned, except by those who knew you before you vanished from the world.
By Alexander McEvoy3 months ago in Journal
- Top Story - February 2024
Apparition
He stood propped in the doorway, hands in his pockets, a small smile on his lips, eyes flashing in the small light from her reading lamp. An encouraging nod, the open, friendly posture, it was all so perfectly him, right down to the black canvas jacket with a torn epaulette over his right shoulder.
By Alexander McEvoy3 months ago in Fiction
Grey Man
Eyes looked out of a studiously unremarkable face. They tracked across the empty concern in the expressions of everyone around them, waiting patiently for something to happen that might cover their escape. The man turned his head in concert with the crowd, letting his eyes see everything that normal ones might miss. A flash of scarlet there, a subtle hand gesture, a face that turned just out of synch with the ones that surround it.
By Alexander McEvoy3 months ago in Fiction