Alyssa Cherise

Joined August 2025

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Forest enthusiast.

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Moss and Other Musings
“Nervous flyer?” “What?” “Oh—sorry. I didn’t realize you had earbuds in. I asked if you’re a nervous flyer.” “…Yeah. A little.”
By Alyssa Cherise2 months ago in Fiction
For When the Forest Calls. Winner in Instructions Included Challenge.
The following is a set of instructions for those who are ready to hear them. You will know when it happens. You will not be able to resist, or do much of anything else.
By Alyssa Cherise3 months ago in Fiction
The Long Rest
The old, sweet scent of decay thins in the cold. Those familiar golds and reds how they soften now, their edges feathered with frost,
By Alyssa Cherise5 months ago in Poets
Longing of the Wolf
Each night, you find me Or I find you I am never sure which of us does the searching - Either way, there you are Unhurried, patient in the dark
By Alyssa Cherise5 months ago in Poets
It's Just Business
They profit from your pain So why would they want to stop You keep making them rich
By Alyssa Cherise5 months ago in Poets
Artificial Animal
You’re a gremlin, a monster ugly and rotting a slick, small thing of shadow and filth but only when you’re alone - When you step beyond your door
By Alyssa Cherise6 months ago in Poets
Gods and Magic
Gods and Magic We made them both bright names for the dark, a language for what refuses to be understood. - We are creatures of story,
By Alyssa Cherise7 months ago in Poets
Return
I have died again. The other deaths blur at the edges, faint and ghostlike, but I feel them inside me. Like a limb that has slept too long, prickling back to life. A forgotten ache waking up. Already, this one too begins to dissolve, slipping through my grasp like water through fingers. I never remember them for long.
By Alyssa Cherise7 months ago in Poets
The View
You have not spoken since we began the climb, though neither have I. Still, our silences are not the same. Yours is a silence devoured, pulled inward, swallowed whole by the little black box in your hand. That dark mirror world, always buzzing, always demanding. It holds you hostage. You walk half-present, glancing up only to keep from stumbling. Whatever world you’re in, it is not this one.
By Alyssa Cherise7 months ago in Fiction
Mother Bird
I was a child Young When my dad came inside one morning Inside his palm There was an egg Small, speckled Blue and beige
By Alyssa Cherise8 months ago in Poets
Forever Plaid and the Rainbow Moon. Honorable Mention in This Is How I Remember It Challenge.
I drove all the way to Yellowstone With someone I barely knew We took your little silver car It was new to you You played Bon Iver on the radio
By Alyssa Cherise8 months ago in Poets
The Snowman Hunter
You’ve heard the songs by now, the ones about snowmen. How they have a jolly happy soul, a corn-cob pipe and a button nose, two eyes made out of coal. Well, the song was right about one thing, they have eyes made out of coal. Charred, shouldering embers from hell. Or stones, plucked from mucky gutters by naïve children with no idea what they’re in the process of creating. Those beady little eyes – ceaselessly peering at passerby through the falling snow – haunt me in my sleep. Their murderous gaze is sharp enough to pierce even the darkness of my dreams. Even during the sparkling hours of daylight, the sight of an eye-shaped pebble is enough to send shivers down my spine.
By Alyssa Cherise8 months ago in Fiction