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 (109/0)
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 McEvoy8 minutes 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 McEvoy2 days ago in Fiction
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 McEvoy7 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 McEvoy13 days 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 McEvoy17 days 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 McEvoy29 days 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 McEvoyabout a month 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 McEvoyabout a month ago in Writers
On Names
Rumour has it that few things in life are the same kind of stressful as choosing a name for a child. Having only ever had to name one hamster, some stuffed toys, an owl in Ecuador, and my myriad of fictional creations, I don't know how true this is. However, I do know that choosing the correct names for things in fiction is my least favourite part of the process.
By Alexander McEvoyabout a month ago in Writers
The Archive: Part Four
Ghosts whispered in the dark. No one truly knows how many people died in the Archive, but the number is higher than most people are willing to consider. Yet still lower than the worst fears of the newest apprentices. Since the earliest days of delving, men and women disappeared into the infinite black below Koldrum, leaving no trace of their journey aside from the rare find of a mess tin or an abandoned respirator.
By Alexander McEvoyabout a month ago in Chapters
- Top Story - March 2024
ImmerwaldTop Story - March 2024
Standing so still that one might think it was a tree, the Voice of the Immerwald glared at the Ambassador. The glare was felt, not seen. Its eyeless wooden mask betraying nothing, but it tore into anyone on whom the gaze turned. Like a spile driven into their souls, drawing out fear and guilt that pooled on the floor around their feet.
By Alexander McEvoyabout a month ago in Fiction