Alexandria Stanwyck
Bio
My inner child screams joyfully as I fall back in love with writing.
I am on social media! (Discord, Facebook, Instagram, and TikTok.)
instead of therapy poetry and lyrics collection is available on Amazon.
Stories (137/0)
A Thank You to the Librarian's Friend
Since I was four years old, it was well known that I was quite the storyteller. Playtime was about the worlds for my toys to inhabit and the adventures they went on. At night, I would fall asleep in the middle of grand tales I would whisper in the dark.
By Alexandria Stanwyck8 months ago in Writers
- Top Story - September 2023
BlueTop Story - September 2023
Read these first: Red Orange Yellow Green Six months after the funeral The blue couch sinks under my weight as I adjust my body again, trying to find some sort of comfort. The woman, unfortunately, focuses on watering her jungle of succulents rather than on me. Otherwise, I could blame my growing anxiety on the weight of her stare and not on what she just asked me.
By Alexandria Stanwyck9 months ago in Fiction
I Wrote My Way Out
I am not supposed to be here. Alive, on this stage, at this place. Alive. I should have died when I was born. That was something that The Devil Con Man of Pembrooke drilled into me. Not because of my mother's body threatening my life from the moment I existed in her womb. Not because the same thing providing me life wrapped around my throat, choking me as I came into the world. No, he never said it as admiration, as a thing of pride that I beat the odds. It was a weapon he kept jabbing into my sides, bleeding me of my joy and self-respect.
By Alexandria Stanwyck9 months ago in Chapters
Green
Read these first: *** Three months after the funeral "Gabe!" I race over to the green slide where I last saw Andrea. She is on the ground, her hoodie and jeans covered in wood shavings and blood. A looming shadow of a man stands over her, grinning evilly.
By Alexandria Stanwyck9 months ago in Fiction
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I recently read Amanda Stark's poem Suicide Note and it gave me the strength to admit something I have only started to talk about with those closest to me. Make sure you take the time to read Amanda's poems from her RE: SURGENCE; poems about mental illness.
By Alexandria Stanwyck9 months ago in Psyche
Him
First of all, I want to say thank you to Justin @ Vocal for bringing this point to our, no, my attention. Diversity of Topic: Vocal is a vast ecosystem of ideas, subjects, and experiences, and we aim to reflect this diversity in our Top Stories. We intentionally showcase the best stories from each community. Writing across the communities gives your stories an edge.
By Alexandria Stanwyck9 months ago in Viva
- Top Story - August 2023
YellowTop Story - August 2023
Make sure to read these first. *** A month after the funeral The first thing I noticed when I walked in her old room was the peeling yellow paint on the exposed brick. Then the small pen mark from the time a three-year-old Andrea drew on the wall and Mom couldn't wipe away the last bit. A trail of petite red stain creating a path from the bathroom to the bedroom entrance, the notches on the door frames.
By Alexandria Stanwyck10 months ago in Fiction
The 'H' is for Hyper
I have never been ashamed of my ADHD. But I have been thoroughly frustrated by it. *** I was diagnosed at four years old. Then, ADHD, Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder, was a term used for those who had a hard time focusing or staying still for long periods of time. Though, that may be true, that is not all there is to ADHD.
By Alexandria Stanwyck10 months ago in Writers