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 (364/0)
Mr. Murder Tree
A Terrifying Tremulous Trees origin story Long before I was known as Mr. Murder Tree, I was known as Muata, The Mighty Oak. This was a name given to me by a Miwok named Honon. Even though his name meant bear, I called him The Yellow Jacket catcher, and he called me the same when he gave me my name. Before him, I had no name.
By Alex H Mittelman about a month ago in Fiction
The Terrifying Tremulous Trees
I’m Gunther Twigly, and I’m a two thousand year old California Redwood tree. My patch of forest was special, different from other forests. There was a meteor crash here thousands of years before even I existed. The meteors minerals were unlike anything from Earth. My seedling landed near the meteor crash site, and when I started growing, my roots and the roots from the other surrounding trees absorbed the minerals which allowed us to become sentient. There’s a total of three acres of land where myself and the other sentient trees grow. Every hundred years or so, a new meteor crashes in the same spot, providing us with fresh minerals for our seedlings. We wait until then to plant our seeds and now there are thousands of sentient trees wandering through California, exploring while trying to remain hidden. If ever you think you see a tree moving or you hear a couple of trees whispering to each other in the middle of the night, it might be one of us. Most of us are harmless explorers, though, so unless you run into the one we call Mr. Murder Tree who swore an oath of vengeance on all humans for their continued atrocities against trees, there’s no need to worry. And if you do run into Mr. Murder Tree, you won’t know until it’s to late. So again, no need to worry.
By Alex H Mittelman about a month ago in Fiction
House of the Murmuring Mirrors
I got a deal on a mansion, and I couldn’t wait to move in. My name is Don Sturgis, and I deserved this. Apparently, the previous owners, a sweet old couple named Rob and Delilah Freemason, had been poisoned and the police never found the poisoner, so the house remained on the market for just over thirty years because prospective buyers were worried the poisoner would come back. But after three decades on the market, I wasn’t worried.
By Alex H Mittelman 2 months ago in Fiction
An Ode to Misery
An ode to our dear friend, misery: Life is a monotonous drudgery, a sinuous, sentient maze that reveals sinister revelations, conniving contradictions to convince you life is worth living. It continuously creates credible, wondrous creatures, then tells you something sensuous and sensational is around the corner, you just need to go on a little farther, live a little longer, have another glass of wine. But life is deceptive, because something better rarely ever is. Then life repeats itself, repeats its beautiful lies, and we continue to believe. We are all just pendulous puppets of life’s power trip, as it controls our plight and misery with a smile, pulling our strings every chance it gets. Your equanimity wont matter, life’s treacherous lessons will leave you tremulous, alone and melancholy. Life will treat you churlishly, because life is miserable. Life will drag you into its trenches and dig its heinous claws into you, never allowing you to escape, not until deaths final surrender.
By Alex H Mittelman 2 months ago in Poets
My Dear Father
I’m Dr. Philip, and my life has recently taken an unexpected and depressing turn. I got a call from the hospital that my father had been in a fatal car crash. They’d ask me to identify the body, but everything in the car was turned to cinders and ashes.
By Alex H Mittelman 2 months ago in Fiction
How I Learned to Love Myself
My name is Alex, and I’m a little different then other people. I was diagnosed at a young age with Asperger’s syndrome (now Autism Spectrum Disorder or ‘ASD’ because somebody decided it was a good idea to lump everyone with autism together) which means I act a little funny and say weird things sometimes
By Alex H Mittelman 2 months ago in Humans
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