Alexander McEvoy
Bio
Writing has been a hobby of mine for years, so I'm just thrilled to be here! As for me, I love writing, dogs, and travel (only 1 continent left! Australia-.-)
I hope you enjoy what you read and I can't wait to see your creations :)
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- Top Story - March 2024
SonderTop Story - March 2024
Nervous whispers in a busy place. Before his eyes, a hundred lives have passed, a hundred people all going their different ways. The weight of it is crushing to the sleep-deprived mind. The weight of knowing, without being able to feel, that every weary traveller he sees is just as real and complete as him. That every over-tired passerby who skates past or slightly lingers near where he sits and writes is just the same. Hiding truths and potentials no one else will ever come to know.
By Alexander McEvoyabout a month ago in Poets
Lost Sisters
To those who are gone, Cruel though it may be, I cannot but wish that you are dead. A blessing, I would call it, to not suffer the horrors that do the living like you. When we burn our medicines for you, the tobacco smoke I send to the Spirits carries my wish that you are safe from the suffering of so many of your sisters. Whose pained cries and hopeless screams are unheard and un-mourned, except by those who knew you before you vanished from the world.
By Alexander McEvoy2 months ago in Journal
- Top Story - February 2024
Apparition
He stood propped in the doorway, hands in his pockets, a small smile on his lips, eyes flashing in the small light from her reading lamp. An encouraging nod, the open, friendly posture, it was all so perfectly him, right down to the black canvas jacket with a torn epaulette over his right shoulder.
By Alexander McEvoy3 months ago in Fiction
Grey Man
Eyes looked out of a studiously unremarkable face. They tracked across the empty concern in the expressions of everyone around them, waiting patiently for something to happen that might cover their escape. The man turned his head in concert with the crowd, letting his eyes see everything that normal ones might miss. A flash of scarlet there, a subtle hand gesture, a face that turned just out of synch with the ones that surround it.
By Alexander McEvoy3 months ago in Fiction
Whiteout
Sun shone off the pure-white snow at the mountain's top, making my eyes water even behind my tinted goggles. "Don't be such a baby," Nick skied past, barely seeming to touch the snow. Backwards. Show off. "You've got this! Come on!" And he was off, all but bombing the slope.
By Alexander McEvoy3 months ago in Fiction
Galatea
It sat in the corner of the room where I had ordered it to stay when it first arrived. I knew what it was, I knew what it was for, but that didn't interest me nearly so much as most people might think. Instead, I wanted to know who had sent it and why, I certainly wanted nothing to do with it.
By Alexander McEvoy3 months ago in Fiction
Someday...
"Someday, I'll be Big enough that you can't hit me." This was a critical line in a song I heard in primary school during one of our anti-bullying/anti-abuse classes. The fact that we even need such classes is, honestly, kind of upsetting. But it has resonated with me for years.
By Alexander McEvoy3 months ago in Men
The Archive: Part One
Above the hearth, the greatest treasure ever pulled from the Archive hung in pride of place over the mantle piece. With intricate golden scrollwork running up the edges, its silver face gleamed in the semi-darkness of the empty bar room. On either side, despite their cost and history, the twin sabers from the Peninsula War paled in comparison.
By Alexander McEvoy3 months ago in Chapters