D. ALEXANDRA PORTER
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Bandits
The flash fiction below is for the Micro Heist Challenge: Write a microfiction story about a heist in exactly 200 words. We stopped pretending to be strolling after midnight, and we listened. Silence. We took off, scampering down the streets trying to beat dawn. The soles of my worn-out Nikes were no protection against the puddles. I was never so scared in my life.
By D. ALEXANDRA PORTER11 months ago in Fiction
Tina Turner (1939-2023): Farewell to a Legend
May 24, 2023 Queen of Rock 'n' Roll – Reuters Magnetic Singer of Explosive Power – New York Times Tina Turner was raw. She was powerful. She was unstoppable. –Former President Barack Obama and Former First Lady Michelle Obama
By D. ALEXANDRA PORTER11 months ago in Beat
Arundel Abrafo: The Ascensions, Part 1
CONTENT WARNING: This story may contain sensitive material or discuss topics that some readers may find distressing. Reader discretion is advised. The views and opinions expressed in this story are those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the official policy or position of Vocal.
By D. ALEXANDRA PORTER11 months ago in Fiction
Like a Phoenix
From the Diary of Jennifer J.B. Biggs I will never forget the summer nights I spent racing Uncle Beau to the railroad tracks. He had no idea that I dreamed of jumping on one of the train cars, hiding in a freight car like the hobos I read about in school, and traveling to see my father in Chicago. Mama said Papa would be back soon. He was just putting his mother in a nursing home. She had Alzheimer's.
By D. ALEXANDRA PORTER11 months ago in Fiction
Rain, Music, and Smartphones: A Polygamous Marriage
One of my favorite sounds in the world is rain. You might find me walking in a midnight storm or curled up on a sofa with a glass of wine, night or day, being soothed by thunder and lightning. Three loves in my life feel primal: rain, music, and a third that will remain nameless to keep this G-rated.
By D. ALEXANDRA PORTER11 months ago in Beat
The Sorcerers
Below is the first draft of Beggledert: The Sorcerers. My quill stops. It hovers in the evening air above parchment. In a gilded mirror, I glimpse my furrowed brows over worried green eyes, and note that my long black moustache and beard should have been trimmed during the waxing of the last full moon. Exiling the reflection, I focus once more on twilight beyond my window.
By D. ALEXANDRA PORTER3 years ago in Fiction