Alexander McEvoy
Bio
Writing has been a hobby of mine for years, so I'm just thrilled to be here! As for me, I love writing, dogs, and travel (only 1 continent left! Australia-.-)
I hope you enjoy what you read and I can't wait to see your creations :)
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Stories (112/0)
- Top Story - May 2024
QuothTop Story - May 2024
Unnoticed, the clock struck into the next day. Before my eyes, as midnight came and went, the words on the pages over which I poured blurred together. Meaningless under my over-tired gaze, they looped around themselves, slowly winding lines of text twisting themselves into knots as I watched, barely awake enough to do more than notice the change.
By Alexander McEvoya day ago in Fiction
Descent: Part Seven
Mary pressed tighter against me, I could feel the ragged staccato of her breathing as we stared into the perfect darkness. Straining my eyes, I tried desperately to see anything; going truly blind has always been a massive fear for me, and now, I fought down a rising scream.
By Alexander McEvoy15 days ago in Chapters
Descent: Part Six
The discarded cane that I still held was so heavy as I stared at the fires that ringed the room. Around me, the other Saint Martha’s students muttered to each other, questioning where exactly they were and what all this had to do with the assignments. A few even asked what the assignments were, causing a ripple of quiet, near-panicked questions as they tried to figure out what we were even doing in the temple.
By Alexander McEvoy19 days ago in Chapters
Aurora
Stars glittered across the moonless sky. Millions of brilliant points of light, more than Yusuke had had ever seen before. He marvelled at them, despite often having gazed at the night sky before, mesmerized by them. It had always been a dream, one that he had come to share with its original dreamer, to be in that place and see the stars in their seemingly infinite multitude.
By Alexander McEvoy21 days ago in Fiction
Descent Part Five
Always just ahead of me, always just passing around another bend in the tunnel, I could see a red Saint Martha’s blazer. Even though I urged Mary to hurry, which seemed to amuse her, we never caught up with the flash of red just ahead of us.
By Alexander McEvoy24 days ago in Chapters
Fragile
Fragile is the glass-craft heart. So easily shattered upon the ceaseless sands of broken dreams. In your hand you once did hold, a power most obscene. And yet you did, with knowing force, upon the ground it shatter. Did not you once think, in your wildest revery, that your own dear self might be cut?
By Alexander McEvoy26 days ago in Poets
On Writer's Block
I’ve hit a wall. The words on the page before my eyes are barely blurs now, having stared at them for so long that they’ve lost their meaning. Weird, almost alien shapes of sharp angles and incongruously sweeping lines decorate the screen, a jumbled mess barely at the edge of knowing.
By Alexander McEvoyabout a month ago in Writers
- Top Story - April 2024
MidnightTop Story - April 2024
60 seconds… 59 seconds… Time was slipping through his fingers, though he clawed at the falling grains of sand, he could not stop the hourglass from flowing. Around him, the silence was deafening. He had taken over every screen in the command centre, putting the terrible seconds before the terrified eyes of his friends and comrades.
By Alexander McEvoyabout a month ago in Fiction
The Dreaming City
Nothing is quite in focus. Nothing is quite the same as the last time I was here. But it is all familiar. It’s a strange place, one that I am aware of without being able to control. Somewhere, deep down, I know that if I take this street, just turn left here and walk for as long as it takes, I’ll find the house.
By Alexander McEvoy2 months ago in Fiction
Outpost
Salvage records: Abandoned Legion Fortress 387. Colloquial Designation ‘Fort Stalwart’ according to Legion Records. It is uncertain how the survivor reached this station. Though the audio log claims that the survivor was working on transportation technology on behalf of the Kith-rali Navy Research and Development Corps based out of Research Station 917 aka Wolf Station.
By Alexander McEvoy2 months ago in Fiction
Centurion
At some point, I stopped counting the stories that I have written. I paid attention to my readership, of course, those lovely numbers incrementing upwards are addicting. But I paid more attention to my readers, to engaging with some of the truly amazing people on this site, to learning what I can from the other stories represented here.
By Alexander McEvoy2 months ago in Writers