Alfie Saunders
Bio
I'm 19, inspired by those that move others with a perfect combination of limited words: I'll try to do the same. I hope you enjoy my writing, and my upcoming year of travelling should allow for some interesting pieces!
Stories (6/0)
Owl Oak
Chapter 1 Owl Oak was a tree that stood big and strong, and Alexander could have sworn that it had not aged a day since he was a child. He had witnessed death and trauma; love and loss; he had watched all fall around him like acorns; however, the tree remained unchanged. It was the last tree in London.
By Alfie Saunders2 years ago in Earth
Water Flashed Before My Eyes
I was told that at the moment of death I would see my life flash before my eyes. Stumbling through the desert that day, I expected to soon see everybody that I had ever loved, or a moment from my childhood. However, I instead saw nothing but water, the only antivenom to my terminal dehydration. Death seems to bring the victim what they most desire, with that often being more time – hence the lifetime of memories flooding in. I only wanted water.
By Alfie Saunders3 years ago in Earth
My Medicine, Merlot
My Medicine, Merlot. She curved with such a small gradient that he barely noticed a change in shape as he explored her: a surface that reflected back the dim hue of candlelight that danced in front of him, containing a pool of ruby. She was adequately filled with Merlot, the only medicine that brought back his lost lover, you. An empty chair sat opposite him, and he pictured a silhouette in it, smiling at his fantasy. Countless couples surrounded him, flaunting the love they thought they had. They believed love was timeless. How naive, he thought.
By Alfie Saunders3 years ago in Humans
The End of the Rainbow
Hands are the most revealing of all body parts: they might not leak with emotion, like one’s eyes; they might not melt into grey and fall with age, like one’s hair. In contrast, they are a reflection of every moment in one’s life, holding memories of dances and fights, affection and war, love and labour.
By Alfie Saunders3 years ago in Psyche
