Alex Jennett
Bio
Just starting to publish my works. Enjoy listening to music and writing poetry. I am surprised that since I started writing, within 2 years, with Vocal I have created 78 stories. Music and the written word, help me ease my high anxiety.
Stories (79/0)
Mundane
Creating something in another light is beyond compare to what I had in store for everything else in my life. Routine is something that I cannot envision. Not in this time or place. And not in another as well. All this push and shove in the world has left my mind open to the possibility that I will enjoy the rest of my days with the woman that I love.
By Alex Jennett2 years ago in FYI
Mama's Porch
It is comfortable here. Swaying on the swing through the nice May air. I get a cold chill every time I think about it. Thank you for putting it there for me to swing on. And another way to remember it is to gather the memories in my cute adorable mind. Later on I will go and sit down and write about it, like I am doing now.
By Alex Jennett2 years ago in Fiction
Fantasy Island
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. But when there were they were a happy bunch. Flying through the magic mushrooms of a time gone by. An era of gratitude and sanctuary. An era that created the dragons of old and sent them into an outburst of forgetfullness. And challenged them to become what they disliked the most. A new uprising of mercyful banter to continue on the path that was created for them.
By Alex Jennett2 years ago in Fiction
Mothers'
Today is a special day for all mothers'. The years culmination of a grand event called motherhood. I never really knew how much i appreciated my mother, until this day. And when this day comes to an end, I will know that it will be all for naught. Watching this scene play out like a short end of a mozzarella branch.
By Alex Jennett2 years ago in Fiction
Instigating
Paul started to get scared. He couldn't handle this level of incentive. And it was a high level of pleasure and pain at the same time. "I need to find a job," he thought. "Something to pass the time, and financial stability for my family". He was looking for the magic mushrooms in his life. They were around here somewhere.
By Alex Jennett2 years ago in Fiction
Monday
Boy monday's are really boring. It is the start of a really long week. Maybe it will end in a spasma of more goodness. The puppy got loose today. It was running all over the lawn, looking for friends to play with. That was just something that I observed this morning. It carried me through the day as an inspriational beacon.
By Alex Jennett2 years ago in Fiction
Powerhouse
There was once an old tale of woe. In this tale there lived a mouse. Now this mouse lived a long and prosperous life, while living in a grand forest. Benji, the mouse's name, told me once of how ettiquette used to be taught. Once he did that the trees in the forest would grow to large detail. Bound by the laws of the forest, this mouse would handle about anything that was thrown in its way.
By Alex Jennett2 years ago in Fiction
Snowflake
Donnie finished the race in first place, he knew that he would. All of his fans knew that he would too. They were the reason he got into this in the first place. His son was going to be in the middle of the race. Donnie decided to teach him the ropes and the next move was his own. He knew that he would learn on his own and move past his fathers' reputation. That was just the thick of it.
By Alex Jennett2 years ago in Fiction
Biking Competition
Donnie wanted to do some cycling, but he did not know how. The 20 second window to be taught was something that became discouraging. Although he really wanted to learn how. It would become a pasttime that he could ill afford. One that he wanted to relive over and over. Something that in time he would master.
By Alex Jennett2 years ago in Fiction
Drop-dead Gorgeous
He passed under sapphire skies and lollygagged a little while. For how long he could not tell you. It was a passing that he did not want to mention. Or repeat in anyway shape or form. Sometimes he wanted to catch his dreams and melt them into butter. A nice syrupy butter that would release his endorphins into a miasma of affection.
By Alex Jennett2 years ago in Confessions
Holland Lake
The atmsophere was thick with anticipation. It smelled like a tidal wave had hit the ferris wheel. C&D were watching television by the lamp light. A came in and bombarded them with messages too fast for their minds to comprehend at the same time. But that was all good. The radio told them what to do. And the dance was impossible to follow or enjoy. He did not do it D replied out of the blue. Don't know what that was all about? It felt good in the shade while the wafts of clean laundry filled the air. Up and down, fast and slow. Their hearts beat rapidly when he walked into the room. They were amazed at how cool A was. And he finally was able to drink his Dr. Pepper like he wanted to. In the mean time the other options were to dance across the room or split the atoms apart in the ultimate chaos.
By Alex Jennett2 years ago in Fiction