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)
Backlash
The cat ate the mouse and found it tasty. It was yummy at first sight. And yummy at first smell. All the popcorn you could imagine. To your hearts content. In the meantime they would circle each other in a cat and mouse dance. The winner of the dance competition take all. They would become a slave to themselves. I wonder how I would write when I am super tired. Let us find out. As long as the cat enjoyed the mouse it would find itself in the can. The cat had an odd smell to it a mixture of iodine and copper. The mouse followed the tincture of the cat's smell. And left an offensive odor in it's place, an odor that could not be wiped away. It lingered at the touch of another foul reminder. One that could not be replaced by the soap of another era.
By Alex Jennett2 years ago in Fiction
Honor
Paranoia are we beginning? To be served by justice. Or not? He was the master race. A white snake in the millions of red ones. Not honoring any of it to pass. Smilling and warm inside the non compliance of heroes. It was not very pleasant without her, but it gave him the freedom to think of the new ways to adore her.
By Alex Jennett2 years ago in Fiction
Yummy
She looked tasty to him. Red hair,nice, and tan. The prison was calling out her name. Getting a wizard to knock her off. That was not a very nice thought. Although it twisted her mind a lot. Gathering information for the next go around. Look at that bubble on her. It was enticing her to a level that was insincere.
By Alex Jennett2 years ago in Criminal
Hotel
It was cold and lonely in the hotel room she stayed at. A bitter sweet nuisance. Ann was going to part ways with her lover. Hoping that this would clear her conscious. And fade away the love that she felt for Paul. It was hard to remember her life without him, but eventually all of the feelings for him would change. Turn into something that she would regret. Snow was falling at the present time. It would melt her heart and turn her to stone. At the moment it was surprising that the boundaries of the hotel room were passed to another paramount. And yet she was wondering where to start and bound the past moments together. Sarah was so happy that now she could write again to which she had longed for at the moment. Ultimate boundaries would suffice. Hey ladies let us party until the night has passed. That was just a random thought passing by and continuing through the morning to come.
By Alex Jennett2 years ago in Fiction
Beauty
Someday she would manage to change the world. Not today, but in time Sarah would be important. She didn't know how, she would have to work on it. And then everyone would speak her name. She was prepared for this and that although now was the time to manage all of her karma. The karma that would get her by. It was going to be a time crunch, something that could be done with help from her neighbors and friends. Sarah put a smile on someone's face today, a good deed gone wrong. She was in the dirt and she dreamed of him everyday, which was fine with her. The tattoos that she put on her body represented the courage that Sarah was going to need for total domination. These words are flowing out of her mind as a temple of authority.
By Alex Jennett2 years ago in Fiction
Vision
Some other time the vision would return. Not this moment of course. That would just be silly. The clouds were forming on this indecent exposure. That was starting to develop. This time he was sure to catch it as it developed. Not at a passing fix. Shifting up and around the past. Aggravating the stitches in the remix. Running through the track of his mind he had to think of another way to voice his opinions. Buzzing forever and whatnot.
By Alex Jennett2 years ago in Fiction
Tripword Bound
The trip of a lifetime presented itself to Paul. And he could not wait for it to come. Nineteen days to pure bliss. What was he going to do with himself until then? He would not let anything come between that date and the end of the world. He had not seen Polly in ages and he was going to have fun on this trip. Paul had a feeling that she felt the same way about it. He was not sure, but he could tell that this might be dangerous in it's own way. But let bygones be bygones. And the past be past. Although the future will be foretold.
By Alex Jennett2 years ago in Fiction
Another One
Risking everything Pete the rabbit, scratched out of his hole. To face the morning light and dew. He knew what he had to do today and it wasn't going to be pretty. Nothing that Pete did ever was. "Just watch and see," he said to himself. "Wait until I tell them what happened and they will never ask me to do it again." That should teach them to say no to me.
By Alex Jennett2 years ago in Fiction
Rising Sun
Joe was a lonely man. He got off on other peoples' problems. That is more than he could say for anyone else. They seemed to gravitate towards him. Of no accord. Problem was there were no problems that he could think of. Today is Saturday, one more day left. Tomorrow he would trace down the people that did wrong to him. Not funny at all. But this was something that had to be done. It could no longer be delayed.
By Alex Jennett2 years ago in Fiction
Twisted
He had just cleaned off from the long day that he had. And now all he wanted to do was go to bed. Or make love to a beautiful woman, that would top the cake. He would want to eat it too, the cake not her. Just to clarify. Although that would be nice as well. The last thing he had to eat was a snickers bar. The nougat and caramel went good together. But that is a different story.
By Alex Jennett2 years ago in Fiction
How
I'm starving for attention and not too many people know about it. Much less me. Is it fate that I let it slide or something else? The gummy bears you see up there match the tides that i feel. Depression is not fun, but the people surrounding you can help a great deal. They can uplift your down days and sometimes even drop your happy days. That is all part of life. As long as you know how to manage it is the thing.
By Alex Jennett2 years ago in Fiction