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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Stories (111/0)
Delver
Rearing up on its hind legs, the Guardian roared defiance. And the Thunder Lance roared back. Shielding eyes from the sudden flash, the explorers turned away and plugged their ears. Despite the protection offered by the company-issued ear plugs, a Thunder Lance had earned its name a hundred times over.
By Alexander McEvoy5 months ago in Fiction
Interview With The Men In The Mirrors
Thoughts spun, just out of reach. A kaleidoscope of colours and sounds and feelings, drifting, swirling. One comes tantalizingly close, an idea just centimeters away from real, words and dialogue. The unformed story drifts closer, and just as I stretch for, reach towards that shining, golden thought, it vanished. Lost in the maelstrom of memory and questions that tore through my mind.
By Alexander McEvoy5 months ago in Confessions
Absent Friends
His eyes stared at something just out of sight. Often, he would sit like that, letting a cigarette burn down and watching the smoke rise into the frigid air. He had quit smoking long before Mellan ever met him, but he often kept a pack on him just in case he needed one for something.
By Alexander McEvoy5 months ago in Fiction
- Top Story - December 2023
ReaperTop Story - December 2023
A hand came gently to rest on the shoulder of Victor Borassus. The hand was cold, it's grip soft, almost tender. Victor shied away from it and the hand let him, but the grip neither tightened, nor loosened, it only remained as it was.
By Alexander McEvoy6 months ago in Fiction
Descent: Part Four
Note: the following is based on a continuation of “Community Story” prompt presented by most excellent fellow Canadian Donna Fox. If you would like to join the fun, please go to the original post and either pick a story line or invent your own!
By Alexander McEvoy6 months ago in Chapters
They Shall Not Grow Old
“In Flanders’ Fields, the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row,” -0- With a piercing shriek the whistle blew, the sound that haunted Sister Margret’s every moment. Waking or sleeping she could hear that deadly sound, and just behind it the screams. Roars of men thundering over the top, wails as bullets took them, cries of terror as their well-trained feet carried them forward, towards the only hope of survival.
By Alexander McEvoy6 months ago in Fiction
Echoes of Eternity
There was nothing left to say. Years hung around her neck, heavy as an old mill stone. The kind of stone she had never seen. Yet she wore those years as a Queen might her crown. To say that one aged with dignity would be to compare them to her, and the comparison would be weak.
By Alexander McEvoy7 months ago in Fiction