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)
Lightning, Thunder and a Bear
The lightning flashed through the sky. I waited for the sound of Thunder to cover my tracks. The sound came and I ran as fast as I could. The sound would stop and I hid. I couldn’t let the bear find me. Of all days to wear cologne, the bear could smell me no matter where I went. More thunder and I ran to my car and locked the doors. The bear smashed open my window and threw me out. I rolled down a hill, the bear caught up and laid on top of me. He just wanted to cuddle.
By Alex H Mittelman about a year ago in Fiction
Running Through the Forest
I was running through the forest, naked and afraid. She tore off my clothes in a hungry rage. My heart was pounding. I passed another abandon cabin. I went inside to hide. The howling continued. There was scratching at the door. How did she know I was here? Could she smell me? I climbed out the window. I ran as fast as I could, but she caught up to me anyway and pounced. My girlfriend went completely ferrel again when she saw the wolf pack. “I love you, baby,” was the last thing I said as she ate me alive.
By Alex H Mittelman about a year ago in Fiction
The Magical Magician
I was doing well. I performed several card tricks to the audiences amazement. I got awed for my disappearing and reappearing act. I wowed the audience with sword swallowing. Then I called who I thought was my assistant on stage to saw me in half. I got in the box and she locked me in and took off her mask. “Wait, you’re my ex wife” I said. She smiled and took out a real saw. “Help, this isn’t a trick!” I screamed. The audience laughed with joy as she actually cut me in half, thinking it was all an act.
By Alex H Mittelman about a year ago in Fiction
Doing a Dumb Thing
I couldn’t help myself. I used again. The voices in my head kept telling me just one more time. I tried to ignore them but they kept getting louder and louder. So I did. I put the needle in my arm and overdosed. How could I have been so foolish. I woke up surrounded by a team of doctores. “You’re lucky to be alive, sir,” one of them said. I looked in the mirror. Time to get sober for good, I thought. I can’t let this happen again. I have kids to take care of.
By Alex H Mittelman about a year ago in Fiction
Edible Bodies
I found the rotting body I had buried the week before. It was finally ready for consumption! It all started as a child, my mother taught me the taste of humans was amazing. She’d hire a sitter for me and have me set the traps. I’d catch her and mother would take her to the woods and bury her. We’d dig her up when the rot kicked in and enjoy the meal. Now that I’m a big boy I can do it all on my own. Yummy, yummy salted guts! I also love guts and nuts. Almonds are my favorite!
By Alex H Mittelman about a year ago in Fiction
Electrician
My names Dave, and I’m an electrician. Every day, I get up, shave, and go to work fixing things. I also like to watch. I set up cameras in all the houses I fix. Then I go home and watch. The power went out in my house one night. I was fixing the fuse box in the basement and I noticed cameras everywhere. Someone had been watching me. The basement door closed and I heard it lock. “Now all your clients get to watch you, instead,” a voice said. “No, please. I value my privacy,” I shouted. They all laughed.
By Alex H Mittelman about a year ago in Fiction
The Fairy King
I was sitting on my throne, laughing at my jesters antics. My son Nebulous busted in, riding on a magical cloud. “What now,” I demanded. “I need more gold,” he snapped. “What for?” I asked. “Because I spent it all,” he said. “You’re a spoiled brat. You must learn to be selfless if you are to rule,” I said. “Why? When I’m king I’ll do whatever I want,” he said. “You’re grounded until you learn. Guards, escort him to his room,” I said. Before he was caught, he disappeared into the clouds. The jester laughed because he poisoned my drink.
By Alex H Mittelman about a year ago in Fiction
My Insane Super Hero Adventure
I dreamt that I was flying. When I woke, there he was, standing next to me. It was vitality dude. “I have your poster on my wall,” I said. “I see that,” he said. “Why are you here,” I asked. “I need help saving the world,” he said. “I don’t have any super powers,” I said. “You do now,” he said and zapped me. He flew me to the lair of Mega Doom. “I’ll destroy the world,” he said and fired. I blocked all the bullets. Vitality man flew him to jail. I was now his sidekick, The Human Shield.
By Alex H Mittelman about a year ago in Fiction
The Sad Widow
I was crying at my husbands funeral. He was my seventh. It was hard to believe he was gone. It took months for the posion to kick in. At the rate he was going, I thought he would live forever. It was easy enough faking a tear or two, I learned to cry from my actress step mother, before I poisoned her so my father wouldn’t change his will. I enjoyed being rich, and always inheriting my husbands fortunes ensured it would stay that way. I was the best kind of widow, a black widow.
By Alex H Mittelman about a year ago in Fiction
Racing, Pacing and Revenge
I was racing my car around the track. I was a close second. I was slowly catching up to Jeff in first. I was on his tail, then got clipped from behind. I lost, and every day I relive that race. I could have won. I lost my sponsors, my wife left with my dog and I’m broke, to poor to go to the bar. I ask people for money on the street, and try to smile when they give me spare change. I had nightmares about the race until I won the lottery. Now I own the track.
By Alex H Mittelman about a year ago in Fiction
Dealing with the Bully
My name is August, and everyday I was bullied at school. I would tell the teachers about the bullying only for them to ask me to prove it. I had enough and took karate lessons. I got my black belt and went back to school. Big John attacked me, and I karate kicked him all the way over the fence. Nobody ever messed with me again. My crush saw what I did and asked me out. I grew up to be a successful writer, chef and businessman, and Big John worked as a fry cook while serving time in prison.
By Alex H Mittelman about a year ago in Fiction
Slurp, Slurp
I was riding my bike and didn’t notice the open sewer hole in the ground. I fell in, my bike landed on top of me. The ladder leading back out was broken. I heard a crawling sound behind me. I turned around and saw a giant slug. I turned back around and started to run. The giant slug followed me. No matter how fast I ran, the giant slug slowly caught up. I was out of breath and stopped only for a second to catch it. The giant slug caught up to me and ate me. Slurp slurp.
By Alex H Mittelman about a year ago in Fiction
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