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-.-)
"The man of many series" - Donna Fox
I hope you enjoy my madness
AI is not real art!
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Afterglow. Top Story - January 2024.
The evening sun broke through the late summer clouds, slowly rousing me, but I did not open my eyes. For a moment longer. I wanted to linger in the happy fantasy that I would not be alone. That for once, she would still be there when I woke.
By Alexander McEvoy2 years ago in Fiction
Reflection
And so we come to the end. And so we come to the beginning. This past year came with sky high highs and shockingly deep emotional lows that I don't want to delve too deeply into. But especially the second half of it was extremely rough on me personally. However, Vocal has asked that I do some reflection on 2023 and asked what my goals and aspirations for 2024 are. So let's do that.
By Alexander McEvoy2 years ago in Journal
The Day of Return. Top Story - January 2024. Content Warning.
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. His name had been Oleg, a man from a different time and a different place with his name preserved on a gilded scrap of paper calling him a Bachelor of Arts, evidently something to be vaunted in the old world. He had lived in this place once upon a time, though that time was long past.
By Alexander McEvoy2 years ago in Fiction
Delver
Rearing up on its hind legs, the Guardian roared defiance. And the Thunder Lance roared back. Shielding eyes from the sudden flash, the explorers turned away and plugged their ears. Despite the protection offered by the company-issued ear plugs, a Thunder Lance had earned its name a hundred times over.
By Alexander McEvoy2 years ago in Fiction
Interview With The Men In The Mirrors
Thoughts spun, just out of reach. A kaleidoscope of colours and sounds and feelings, drifting, swirling. One comes tantalizingly close, an idea just centimeters away from real, words and dialogue. The unformed story drifts closer, and just as I stretch for, reach towards that shining, golden thought, it vanished. Lost in the maelstrom of memory and questions that tore through my mind.
By Alexander McEvoy2 years ago in Confessions
Absent Friends . Content Warning.
His eyes stared at something just out of sight. Often, he would sit like that, letting a cigarette burn down and watching the smoke rise into the frigid air. He had quit smoking long before Mellan ever met him, but he often kept a pack on him just in case he needed one for something.
By Alexander McEvoy2 years ago in Fiction
Reaper. Top Story - December 2023. Content Warning.
A hand came gently to rest on the shoulder of Victor Borassus. The hand was cold, it's grip soft, almost tender. Victor shied away from it and the hand let him, but the grip neither tightened, nor loosened, it only remained as it was.
By Alexander McEvoy2 years ago in Fiction
