Hannah Alexander
Stories (18/0)
Ring Around the Rosie, Diesea's Full of Bodies
About a hundred miles south west of Frikendoor, there lies another city, Diesea. If you were to compare the two, it would be as if Frikendoor was a concrete box, and Diesea, a computer chip. While Frikendoor had the capability of technology, most of its citizens had rejected the notion, preferring overgrown plants amongst the the actual concrete and brick buildings of the city. Diesea, however, THRIVED in the technological advancements of the new era. The variances in the lights and colors and holograms, were a constant distraction to its inhabitants. But they didn't care, every single new thing, hoverboards, lasers, flying cars, floating buildings, gadgets, and so much more, the citizens of Diesea accepted with open minds and arms. The more lights and colors there were, the sky began to look darker and darker, a darkness that only enhanced the view of the plethora of neon lights that flooded the cities streets. The citizens didn't even notice, enamoured by the pretty lights reflecting off the streets, ignoring the dead body that was lying only a few hundred feet from where they stood.
By Hannah Alexander2 years ago in Fiction
The Flowers along West Ridge
It was just another normal day in the flower shop. "A Flower a Day" was a prospering, lovely little flower shop deep in the cesspool that the city of Frikendoor was. Surrounded by massive apartment buildings, skyrises, businesses, and so, so many people, "A Flower a Day" was a breath of fresh air in this otherwise gloomy place. In fact, it was the only sight of nature for miles around it.
By Hannah Alexander2 years ago in Fiction
Morally Grey
In a world where good and bad is not so easily defined, it can get hard when the dice roll and land in the middle. So many things are not black and white anymore that it can be hard to determine what shade you land on. Those shades are determined by the motive of the action.
By Hannah Alexander3 years ago in Humans