Alexandra Zeller
Stories (48/0)
Resident Jellyfish
I am a glorified doormat. In fact, I always have been. Never once in my life was I anything but that. From day one, it was my destiny as the eldest child to do the bidding of my family and support my siblings as well as my parents when they needed it.
By Alexandra Zeller6 months ago in Fiction
In My Solitude
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. They also say if you open your helmet when there is no atmosphere your eyes will pop out of your head and explode. Others tell me it would be like boiling from the inside out. According to the posters plastered on the edge of The Mew, we would be aware for a few seconds before you basically suffocate- the air in your lungs would be forced out of your body and you'd be gaping for air like a fish before perishing due to oxygen deprivation.
By Alexandra Zeller10 months ago in Fiction
Boxcar "K"
Was I blind? Was it dark? It was not the dark that you see at night, but rather, a pure and inky blackness. I felt like I was being tossed back and forth. I could hear the hum of an engine, it wasn't loud, but it was enough to feel as if it was engulfing my whole being.
By Alexandra Zeller10 months ago in Horror
