Alex H Mittelman
Bio
I love writing and just finished my first novel. Writing since I was nine. I’m on the autism spectrum but that doesn’t stop me! If you like my stories, click the heart, leave a comment. Link to book: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CQZVM6WJ
Stories (375/0)
Bobs Dream
I’m Bob. I hated working here, hidden away in my little cubicle. I put my head on my desk for just a minute and I was already asleep. In my dream, they promoted me to manager, then CEO. I walked into the office and fired my old supervisor and laughed as he left. Then I made the whole week casual Friday and let everyone wear whatever they wanted. My workplace crush asked me out. My supervisor came and woke me up. “Time to work,” he said. I wish I really could fire him. At least I can retire one day.
By Alex H Mittelman about a year ago in Fiction
I Got Grounded
I came home late and my mom grounded me. “It’s not my fault Maisons mom let me play video games late” I explained. “I told you to remind her to bring you home,” mom said. I went to my room and cried. I tried sneaking out, mom caught me. I’ll be ok, I thought, and played the Switch under my bed. Mom took that too. Now I’m bored. I’ll just dream of playing games. Mom can’t steal my dreams. I fell asleep. Darn it, mom was there too, stealing my games in my dreams. I’ll just throw a tantrum!
By Alex H Mittelman about a year ago in Fiction
Don’t say Anything
“Hush children, don’t say anything,” Sandy whispered. Her husband came home in a drunken rage again, and she knew if he heard them the fists would start flying. She couldn’t explain another black eye when dropping the kids off at school. “Kids, now,” she shouted when Tim approached the trip wire. The kids pulled the wire and Tim fell into a bed of nails, dying instantly. Sandy disposed of the wire, then told the kids to say he fell, it was an accident. And that’s the same story she repeated to the police when she called them.
By Alex H Mittelman about a year ago in Fiction
New Faux News, Inc
Not New York Times 5/10/23 Does Soda Cause Yeast? Is soda healthy? Robert L. Shmeckel, Esquire New research from Global Soda Brands, inc, shows soda does not cause yeast. It’s also completely healthy. Anyone who says that it does cause yeast or that soda is unhealthy in any way has been found to be a narcissistic liar and idiot with a low IQ. This is according to a peer reviewed study done by over 100 doctors on 10,000 patients, led by Dr. Fabian Faux Logon, Jr. And fully funded by a variety of trustable, dependable and reliable soda companies.
By Alex H Mittelman about a year ago in Humor
Roughing It
I was riding through the desert on a camel on a Sunday, which was my way. I was a trader by day, loner by night. I was lost, and with no family to come looking, I was worried. I saw camel prints in the sand, but they were my own. I had gone in circles. I almost gave up when I saw an oasis. Mirage. I got off my camel to take a nap. Another man passed me, I asked for directions, then traveled to the city. I was almost home. When I arrived, the city was destroyed by invaders.
By Alex H Mittelman about a year ago in Fiction
Edible Outdoors
It was cold. I was in the woods during an especially harsh winter. I was out of food and water. I went outside, barley able to bare the weather, and gathered some frozen berries and nuts. I’m glad I found anything. I found a frozen rabbit. I grabbed a handful of snow and put it in my cup. I brought everything back to my tent and let it thaw. I dried out some wet logs and started a fire to cook the rabbit. That’s what I ate with the berries and nuts. I drank the melted snow. Back to sleep.
By Alex H Mittelman about a year ago in Fiction
Camping
My friends and I were out camping at Griswald park. There was Eddie, Bob, and Ricky. I introduced myself simply as Truth, because everything I say becomes the truth. They just thought it was a cool nick name, but it was my super power. They sat around the campfire telling horror story’s. “My turn” I said when they finished. “There was a demon in the woods that jumped out of the bushes and ate everyone here, expect me because I’m cool,” I said. They laughed. You should have seen there faces a minute later. “Good boy,” I said to Lucifer.
By Alex H Mittelman about a year ago in Fiction
Title
I can’t think of a name, subtitle or subject for this story. What should I call it? What should it be about? Should it be fiction or fantasy? A mystery perhaps? Something for the humanity section? Oh I can’t decide. What do I do. This is the worst case of writers block I’ve ever had. Should I make it a story about a bank robber? An archiologist who thinks everything belongs in a museum? Or maybe a detective on the brink of solving a major crime? I just don’t know, I’m out of ideas. This stinks! This really stinks!
By Alex H Mittelman about a year ago in Fiction
Mouse in the House
I’m living in a hole in a house. I’m a mouse. I watch the humans set traps for me, I get so scared sometimes I have to pee. They call me unsafe, unsanitary and dirty. They’re trying to kill me before I turn thirty. Can’t I live a life in peace, so I can take care of my niece. The humans built a house on my old land, it’s unfair I can’t live here and play with their new band. Just because humans are a different species doesn’t make my existence wrong. You’ve stolen my territory for way to long!
By Alex H Mittelman about a year ago in Fiction
The Dancing Dancer who Danced
I practiced ballet every day. I was determined to become the best, most famous wealthiest dancer in the world. One day I tripped and broke my leg. The doctors said it would never heal and I’d never dance again. Then it healed but it hurt to put pressure on it. Now I taught dancing and live vicariously through my students. My new goal was to teach the best dancer in the world. Then I could get credit for being the best teacher in the world. After a few years of teaching, I had several students with great potential.
By Alex H Mittelman about a year ago in Fiction
Where did all the Bathrooms Go?
I needed a toilet badly. I couldn’t find one. It all started on the cursed 18 hour flight back home to L.A. The lavatory was closed the whole time. The restroom at the gas station I stopped at was out of service. I got back to my house and the toilet was clogged. My neighbors were out of town or at work. It was now approaching twenty four hours and no throne rooms in sight. I drove to the woods and relieved myself next to a bear doing the same thing. I guess they really do go in the woods.
By Alex H Mittelman about a year ago in Fiction
Metal for Calm
So, a little backstory. I used to listen to “oldies” or music from the 50s and 60s when I was younger despite growing up in the 90s. I started getting into metal and rap when I was older, as it was more relatable at that time. Though I still appreciated older music. Now, I appreciate all music, but have made a list of what I think are the most relatable (and awesome) metal songs. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do!
By Alex H Mittelman about a year ago in Beat
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