Alyssa Horn
Bio
I am a broke college student that is pretty much alone in the world. I'm working on my bachelor's in psychology and then I am going to start my Master's as well as a degree in anthropology. plus I love to write.Stories (34/0)
America's First Serial Killer
It was during one of my psychology classes that I had the pleasure of writing a paper on a man called, Herman Webster Mudgett. Or better known as Dr. Henry Howard Holmes…commonly known as America’s first serial killer H. H. Holmes. Born May 16th, 1861 and died on May 1896. While he was considered to be a monster in that time era; I personally find him fascinating in a strictly professional way of course. H. H. Holmes himself had a very unique and cold way of disposing of his victims which was not common for that time.
By Alyssa Horn6 years ago in Criminal
Womanhood in This Society
I just want to start off by saying that I do not like to sugarcoat things or beat around the bush so if you are one of those people who might get easily offended (most Americans) than this post may not be for you. So with that said, if the above applies to you, then please avert your eyeballs. Thank you much!
By Alyssa Horn6 years ago in Viva
How to Help Prevent Bullying
In the United States, more than 30 percent of teenagers are victims of bullying. 160,000 children stay home every day in fear of going to school due to being bullied. And that number grows daily with teens fearful to tell their elders for fear that the bullying activities might somehow grow worse in some way. I personally feel that bullying has grown way out of hand and is a very serious topic that should be addressed within our homes as well as the local school systems.
By Alyssa Horn6 years ago in Humans
Taken Hostage
There comes a time in all of our lives where we must make certain choices that will define our future and most of you have families that stand behind whatever your decision may be. Whether you choose a college, or to take some time off school for traveling. However, my family did not much support my particular decision as I chose to take off right after high school to go on let’s just say a magical journey to locate my birth mother. I had grown up without her and needless to say there were questions that spun around in my head. Like most people who might have grown up with one parent; I wondered why was I not good enough!
By Alyssa Horn6 years ago in Psyche
When Mom Leaves
Okay, before we dive into abandonment, I would like to share a tidbit from my life. My parents were married when I was only two months old but divorced shortly after. My mother was abusive as well as a cheater so my father took me and left her. The court obviously awarded custody to my father. And my mother decided that she did not want her parental rights nor did she want her visitations. In fact, she eventually signed away her parental rights. However, my mother kept visitations with her firstborn who is my older half-brother.
By Alyssa Horn6 years ago in Families
Will Trump Be Impeached
So this is happening! Normally I do not like to really get involved in political things. However this just sort of seems irritating to me as well as unlogical. I mean it is logical to want to impeach a president that does not do a whole lot besides sit around to bark orders.
By Alyssa Horn6 years ago in The Swamp
Abandoned
*I always wondered why my mother had walked out of my life. I always swore that I would give her the third degree about it (so to speak) when I would eventually meet her. Because growing up I figured that someday I would see her again. Whether it would be standing over her grave or face to face. Truthfully I never knew back then whether she was dead or alive. And now that I have met her part of me wishes that I haven’t and no she never did answer. I still don’t have the answer as too why she left me. All I know is that in life sometimes things happen that we aren’t responsible for.*
By Alyssa Horn6 years ago in Poets
Dealing with Abuse
It was midnight and he was once again drunk. We are talking one beer after another until a whole thirty pack was gone. Then it seemed like no time had passed before a half bottle of Jim Beam was magically gone. Everything inside of me instantly tensed because I knew what happened when this man drank. There was usually a fifty/fifty chance that things would go south, as in he would have a freak-out moment where he would black out. Usually, he would turn into someone unrecognizable and he would hurt me… mentally as well as physically.
By Alyssa Horn6 years ago in Humans
Haunted on Ricker Hill
There was a brief moment in my childhood before I blossomed into adolescence when I was terrified to live in my house. And not just because my evil step-monster of a mother lived there, but because there was something else there. I could feel it…hell, my stepmother had, at one point, confirmed that she too could feel something in that house.
By Alyssa Horn6 years ago in Horror
I Loved Once
There was once a time when I thought that love just wasn't for me. Dating had always seemed to end in nothing, but disaster. I think at some point or anothe,r we all have one bad date or another. For me, they all seemed to end up in the gutter. Even if the guy ended up nice, there always seemed to be some secret they hid until a few weeks into the relationship. And let me tell you I have dated them all: cheaters, beaters, druggies, drug dealers, and yes even an eater or two. However, with some of the other things life had thrown my way nothing seemed to faze me one bit until this last serious boyfriend.
By Alyssa Horn6 years ago in Humans