Alixzandra Wiseman
Stories (114/0)
What Shall Never Be
Tip toe down the marble staircase, my feet silent as they tread so lightly across each step. As I gaze down towards your study seeing the doorway open, light flooding out from doorway illuminating the otherwise dark hall of your elegant home.
By Alixzandra Wiseman4 years ago in Poets
Love/Hate Relationship with Markers
When it comes to art supplies there is one things that I mostly avoid these days and that is alcohol markers. Now don't get me wrong they can work really effectively HOWEVER more often than not in my personal experience they are nothing more than flit tip pens that you would use as a child.
By Alixzandra Wiseman4 years ago in Journal
Haunted By An Ace
I feel your eyes within the shadows watching my every move , a haunting presence, as cold air that drifts through passing me by but with no logical cause, just an energy that shifts from room to room following me, watching me, protecting me .
By Alixzandra Wiseman4 years ago in Poets
Set Backs
When life throws you lemons, you make lemonade. When the universe keeps kicking you down, your ride every wave of the storm it sends your way. And that's what I'm doing or so I keep telling myself. I'm utterly broken, a nervous wreak , tired and shaking trying to keep my head above water , hoping not to drown.
By Alixzandra Wiseman4 years ago in Poets
Silence that Suffocates
Such silence that suffocates , creeping into darkness that slip out from the corners of my mind that was once filled with such joy and laughter. I feel nothing but shame and depression now, but oh how I long to listen to your voice and to rest my head against your chest once again and listen to your heartbeat . But alias I can not listen to that sweet sound once again, for you want nothing to do with me , I'm nothing but invisible to you merely a shadow of former myself.
By Alixzandra Wiseman4 years ago in Poets
Till Morning Light We Slept, Poem.
Lay me tenderly upon your bed, a bed made up of silks that hold my weight as if its little more than a feather that drifts through the summer breeze from the aqua skies above, while you embrace me with a gaze of lustful hunger.
By Alixzandra Wiseman4 years ago in Poets
Dream State Part 5
Chapter 5:Hello My Love. The nurse did not seem very interested in care for the patients within the walls of this grey stone building of insanity, she instructed almost as if she was a barking rabid dog for me to follow her as she led me from my padded cell to a room down the far end of the corridor. The door was closed to the room with bold black letters reading 'Dr. J. Richmond.' The nurse opened the door wide leading me to a chair in front of the desk, were a balding skinny man who seemed to be in his mid sixties sat writing notes. His white shirt seems crumpled like he had been wearing it for days, his eyes looked swollen and sore as though he had worked longer than an 18 hour shift, with no sleep between shifts and this was the doctor I had agreed to help me recover from what seemed to be my ever slipping sanity.
By Alixzandra Wiseman4 years ago in Horror
Darkness of the Depths
From rippling waves that crash the shore line pulling shells, sand and pebbles alike back and forth within their tidal current, drifting them within and with out the depths of the ocean. For we mere mortals see the ocean in its shimmers of beautiful blues and hazy greens, yet deep within the beauty of tranquillity is a darkness that lurks deep before any safe level for a submarine. For hundreds of years sailors have feared the darkness of the depths and the creatures that sing like angels, yet are the cruellest of all creation.
By Alixzandra Wiseman4 years ago in Horror
Ciy of the Lost- A Mermaid Tale
Our story starts not with landscapes of beautiful woodlands and mountains, but of deep blue waters with waves that ripple and crash, driving white horses across golden sands leading up to forgotten coastal paths. Deep within these beautiful clear blue waters, is a palace of crystals shimmering bright beneath the waves out of reach of the cruelty of man, a palace of creatures which need not the air from above, creatures half humanoid and half fish.
By Alixzandra Wiseman4 years ago in Futurism