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 :)
Achievements (1)
Stories (117/0)
Hanford Manor
“The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. A scream that I did not know was coming tore itself from my throat as I hefted the chair and threw it into the glass. The thing in the mirror smiled as though I had given it a gift in the instant before the mirror shattered. Too late, I realized my mistake. Realized that by acknowledging it, I had given it power. Now it follows me every time I look at any version of my reflection, waiting for the right moment.”
By Alexander McEvoyabout a year ago in Horror
Hanford Manor
“The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. A scream that I did not know was coming tore itself from my throat as I hefted the chair and threw it into the glass. The thing in the mirror smiled as though I had given it a gift in the instant before the mirror shattered. Too late, I realized my mistake. Realized that by acknowledging it, I had given it power. Now it follows me every time I look at any version of my reflection, waiting for the right moment.”
By Alexander McEvoyabout a year ago in Horror
A Girl Who Sang the Blues
Blueish smoke hung low over the circular tables before the stage. Dim light glittered in every eye as they watched the singer finish her song. It was haunting, beautiful, and it captured the heart of everyone who heard it. Every eye and every heart but one.
By Alexander McEvoyabout a year ago in Criminal
The Stoner Commandments
In winter 2022, before starting a new job that had been promised to start in August, but hey, sometimes these things happen, I visited a dear friend in Whistler B.C.. I claim that I had not seen this friend in ages would be untrue, I had been out that way just the summer before, but this time was different. This time I was going skiing.
By Alexander McEvoyabout a year ago in Potent
Rain
Content Warning: Cosmic horror, tentacles. A wind had blown in from the sea in the night and brought with it storm clouds that closed over the city with the finality of a coffin lid. Rain waited patiently to fall, the upturned faces of the people scurrying from cover to cover waited anxiously for it, hoping that it would hold off just long enough. One upturned face in particular bit her lip and tried to guess exactly when the clouds would decide to let their load go.
By Alexander McEvoyabout a year ago in Fiction
The Partisan
I remember the sound of falling water. It thundered in my ears, the only sensation aside from the clawing hunger and the cold of the stone that sticks in my mind. Sometimes I could hear them talking, not the angered grunts and bellows that the propaganda had prepared me for. Instead it was just sounds, the normal every day sounds of soldiers at rest.
By Alexander McEvoyabout a year ago in Fiction