Alex Masciulli
Bio
work in progress, like most of my stories.
I tend to write mostly darker fiction, so if you like that kind of stuff, give it a read!
Achievements (1)
Stories (4/0)
Unforgiven
Journal Entry One: We fought for the King again today. Another loss. More brother’s and friend’s lost because of a brotherly feud. We are to charge the gates again tomorrow. Captain said to “show our force” but there is no force anymore. We are pulling weak bodied men and boys from the villages and fields where the only weapon they ever held was an axe to cut wood.
By Alex Masciulli6 months ago in Fiction
- Runner-Up in Return of the Night Owl Challenge
ParraRunner-Up in Return of the Night Owl Challenge
She was standing in front of the mirror, letting her fingertips brush against the freshly tattooed skin. Almost her entire upper half was covered at this point. Turning her head to look at the fresh ink that appeared on her neck, she traced the thick black outline.
By Alex Masciulli2 years ago in Fiction
Reflection
Running…breathing hard…running faster and faster into the deepest void of the forest. The trees closing in, creating a veil of rotting leaves around her head. Forceful wind screeching, howling her name between the creaking branches. Feet smacking the cold, wet ground, mud coating the bottoms of her bare feet. Toes slowly turning purple from the tundra of the wilderness. Slipping, falling into the deep dark waters of the river flowing wildly from the rain pouring down. Sinking farther and farther down into the darkness, never to be seen again. Not by her friends, co-workers, or loved ones…no one will ever notice her missing. No tears will be shed from the instant death. Body freezing as the ice water encased every inch of her body, water filling her lungs. Slowly drowning, watching life flash before her eyes. Wishing, wanting to change the things that she regrets. Not knowing where the bottom of the river is, falling further and further down into the depths, never knowing where it ends…
By Alex Masciulli2 years ago in Horror
An Inconvenient Lie
She was kneeling on the beach, her eyes wide with shock and her once pristine white tank top was covered in a thick layer of crimson blood. Her arms up and her palms wide open, dropping the knife she had clutched tightly in her hands only moments ago, leaving an indentation in her skin of not only the knife’s hilt but the simple curves of her fingernails. She could feel the blood slowly moving down her arms in small slow drops that eventually crashed against the hot sand by her knees. She was kneeling in the boiling sand over the deceased body that was once her loving boyfriend. Her eyes started to sting with tears as they formed in the ducts, glazing her dry eyes over with the salty liquid. Her chestnut brown hair was falling out of the tight bun she had it in when she left her small bungalow just thirty minutes ago. Her heart felt like it was in her throat beating a thousand miles per minute.
By Alex Masciulli3 years ago in Fiction
