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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Stories (112/0)
Descent: A Community Story Challenge
Note: the following is based on a continuation of “Community Story” prompt presented by most excellent fellow Canadian Donna Fox. I have picked up the story from where she left off, just before the group enters the mysterious temple. If you’d like to join us in the fun, check out the prompt in the link below :)
By Alexander McEvoy10 months ago in Fiction
99
Dearest child, Today I learned about you and I thought my heart might just burst out of my chest. You come to us as a wonderful surprise. Your father and I weren’t expressly trying for you, but we also weren’t taking any precautions. When you read this letter, later in your life, I want you to understand that from the earliest moment we knew about you, you were desperately wanted.
By Alexander McEvoy10 months ago in Fiction
- Top Story - July 2023
Yours, NickTop Story - July 2023
Watching as the unmarked drone flew away, anticipation made Spencer’s fingers tingle. He loved getting mail so much that he was one of the only people he knew who still regularly sent or received letters. Several of his friends happily engaged with him in this hobby, one even going so far as to get them matching fountain pens and traditional letter paper as a Christmas present the previous year.
By Alexander McEvoy10 months ago in Fiction
Music on the Wind
Drip… Drip… Drip… Blood fell from the tree. It pooled beneath the swinging legs of a man who was dead. The others did not bleed; their bodies hung dry and desiccated, swaying in the breeze. The ropes that held their necks creaked in time with the limbs of the tree as they swung.
By Alexander McEvoy11 months ago in Horror
A Life I Might Have Lead
Something crashed to the floor, the sound reverberating through the echoing halls of the monastery. A strong wind had kicked up in the early hours of the evening and carried driving rain with it from the sea; brother Maynard claimed the storm would rage all night, saying that he felt it in his aching joints.
By Alexander McEvoy11 months ago in History
The Story I Want to Write Some Day
Everyone I’ve ever met has a story they would love to write some day, a great and perfect piece of art that will take the world by storm and finally bring them the stability to live in a cabin by a lake in the mountains with a big friendly dog.
By Alexander McEvoy11 months ago in Art
Wanderlust
Thin air burned in his lungs. For a moment, just a hint of a moment, he considered the wagon slowly trundling along behind him. But that was pointless, he would still only be able to travel at the pace of the slowest porter; and besides, it was better to spare the horses at these altitudes. Not for the first time, he looked around as a broad grin split his face. Mountains are never so glorious as when one is on foot between their massive shoulders.
By Alexander McEvoy11 months ago in Art