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Letters
April 10th, 1912 Mama, I'm finally on my way. I'm finally going to get to start over. Away from everything, away from life. There is hope yet, mama. Just wait. I've heard many wonderful things about New York- if you could see me now, you'd be proud. I even saved up for this trip on my own. Can you believe it?
By Alexandra Zellerabout a month ago in Fiction
A Letter To The Doc Who Believed Me
Appointment, after appointment, after appointment. I remember everyone just shrugging their shoulders and suggesting that maybe it was just my anxiety. It can have an effect on the gastrointestinal system. It can cause pain. Therapy would probably help, maybe I should look into pain management.
By Alexandra Zeller3 months ago in Humans
The Hungry Mouse
The mouse scurried about in the underbrush. It was hungry, desperate for some food. The mouse had been driven out of his home by some Barn Owls. They had taken to the rafters and the poor mouse could no longer live in his home for fear of being eaten!
By Alexandra Zeller4 months ago in Fiction
Eline
Each strike of the hammer sent sparks flying. They whipped around in the air, wreathing Gosta with a dangerous corona of flame. It didn’t bother the weathered old man, but it still sent Rhea’s mind alight with wonder. Ever since the war for Ourcian had begun Gosta was constantly living inside the forge, and Rhea was refining her technique to try to attain the unmatched craftsmanship of her mentor. It was even rumored that Eline herself took on a corporeal form to speak with him about his weaponry and armor. That alone gave Gosta the recognition of a king- and it was this recognition that made speaker Morlan envious. Regardless, Rhea was bound and determined to match Gosta’s prowess in the forge.
By Alexandra Zeller5 months ago in Fiction
Unplugged
I'm a writer, I'm a tutor, I'm a gamer. My world revolves around being on the computer. I spend countless hours every day working on word documents, addressing questions from students, and playing games with my friends. After getting ready in the morning, I set up my room to turn into the ultimate technical playground. I don my blue light glasses and set up for the next few hours of tutoring, oftentimes coupled with writing a novel. This happens day in and day out. Even on holidays and weekends, this cycle continues.
By Alexandra Zeller5 months ago in Humans
A Captured Moment
Iron and Wine's Flightless Bird, American Mouth blasted through my headphones. It provided a great sound barrier against the bustling traffic. One of the most unfortunate things about visiting Venezuela was that Santiago de León de Caracas is like any other stereotypical capital city. A million things to do and a million places to be.
By Alexandra Zeller7 months ago in Fiction
Shake Your Skele-bones
I'll be the first to admit I'm an absolute scardey-cat. I, for one, cannot handle any type of suspense or gore. I do my best to make it through your typical Blaire-Witch-Esque movie, but I almost always end up watching it through the cracks in my fingers.
By Alexandra Zeller8 months ago in Beat
Puddles
We very rarely, if ever, take into account a dog's name. I remember growing up with Snickers- and of course, after that, we had Rolo and Reese. They were the sweet snacks of my life. Dogs whose name as a kid I thought was so clever I was proud to announce my new dog Snickers. Only to learn that mere weeks later one of my friends adopted a dog with the exact same name.
By Alexandra Zeller8 months ago in Petlife
