Alex Boone
Bio
Dad/Husband
Aspiring Screenwriter
Highschool poet
Just writing things and stuff
Stories (16)
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The Safety of the Light
The perimeter must remain lit. It was the only rule the village enforced. For generations, as dusk set in a handful of adults would gather by the fire, light the torches, and carry them to the edge of their homes. Children watched gleefully as the flames danced to life one by one, like stars hovering just above the earth. “You must never venture beyond the light,” the elders warned in the gravest of tones.
By Alex Boone5 months ago in Horror
A Lifetime Ago
Memories triggered by a phrase, smell, or location were always reserved for moments of trauma for me. Driving through my childhood neighborhood reminded me of being dragged by my hair down the street by my father. The smell of artichokes in the oven brought back memories of my late grandfather. I could go on, and on. Tonight brought a different ache.
By Alex Boone7 months ago in Journal
Reflections of a Production Coordinator
After a couple of months of leaving the production job behind and seriously reconsidering my career, I got the itch to get back into production. I started PA’ing with a couple of friends on shoots here and there and saw firsthand what a healthy work environment was like. It was in a lull between jobs that I got the call. “Hey, I’m sorry to bother you but there are a bunch of people off/sick this weekend and I could really use your help.” I was bored and between jobs, what harm could one show do? Besides, I had tasted what a real work environment was, there was no way I was going to let him get to me.
By Alex Boone8 months ago in Journal
Continued Reflections of a Production Coordinator
I returned the following week, eager to show that I was willing to do whatever was necessary to contribute to the crew. Set up? Sure ! I’ll carry the carpets and run the cables! Oh, that isn’t how you like the cables ran, I’m so sorry. We’re live? What do you need ran to the floor? Absolutely! I’ll be there in a second. That wasn’t fast enough? So sorry, won’t happen again. Wrap? What can I bring back into the storage room? Oh, things should be brought back in a specific order? Into the room where everything is kind of just shoved until next week? Ok, my bad, won’t happen again.
By Alex Boone8 months ago in Journal
'In My Element'
I have always fancied myself some sort of writer. Instead of writing journal entries in elementary school, I opted to write chapters of fantastical stories, combining worlds and characters from my favourite TV Shows and Videogames. Teachers would always ask me to write about what I did at home, or over a weekend, but once they caught wind of what life at home was like, they let me scribble whatever I wanted. In fifth and sixth grades they even started critiquing my story progression and making suggestions.
By Alex Boone2 years ago in Journal
Toxic
I stood there, too warm from the alcohol to feel the cold March air, a cigarette between my fingers. “You know what Ange, you’re being an asshole. I’m leaving,” Lia stared, waiting for me to stop her. It was 2009, the night of my twentieth birthday, and Lia had been in a mood long before we got to the bar. “Cool. You’ve been anti-social all night. I don’t know why you came if this is how you were going to be,” I waved the smoke as I spoke. I knew she hated when I smoked. “You didn’t wait for me to finish my Starbucks before we went in!” “I wasn’t going to let all our friends, who came here together with me, WITHOUT an unnecessary frappucino, go in without me when the room was booked in my name. You came in and sat at the opposite end of the table as me, with people you don’t even speak to, and just stared off into space all night. You could have stayed home.” I put my hand to my mouth, ready to take a long drag.
By Alex Boone2 years ago in Fiction
If Walls Could Talk...
If walls could talk, we would have sheltered the boy. We remember the day he first came home, everything seemed livelier, louder. He was so small, and sickly both his parents and the doctors that came to visit were concerned. We did our best to protect him from the elements, keep the cold out, and the warm in. We remember the first time he fell ill and disappeared for days. His mother sat on the floor pressed against us sobbing. We did our best to calm her.
By Alex Boone3 years ago in Fiction
Hallow
Edwin, even with his vision distorted, could make out the hulking monsters in front of him. Grawks. He had dubbed them that after the horrible sound their bark-like limbs seemed to make with every movement. A sound only made worse by the guttural screech they made before an attack. It took no time for them to take notice of Edwin, alone, on an all too familiar street. He turns his head in the direction of his childhood home but finds only ash. Had Aiden escaped? The asphalt he stood upon cracked and crumbled, and the burnt remains of vehicles lay around him. Just how long had Edwin been out? The gnarled faces of the Grawks turned to face him, their dead amber eyes gazing through him.
By Alex Boone3 years ago in Fiction
ErRoR. Top Story - January 2023.
Alan stared at the words in front of him for a moment. Your password has expired. Please, reset your password. How had he missed the notifications counting down to this? How long had it been since he had to answer his security questions?
By Alex Boone3 years ago in Fiction
King of the World
A man stands with his boy at an arm’s length, his wife by his side, he closes his eyes and remembers his first trip to this place. The child's eyes move from one attraction to the next as he tugs his father from the distant memory. The ground sticks to the soles of his shoes, and for the first time he notices the graveyard of cotton candy and slushie strewn across the ground. He tugs back at the hand guiding him and smiles, "Can I have some cotton candy?" "Later," comes the one worded response. His eyes shift from each attraction and stand, the lights and sounds an extra-sensory overload. The lights crowds and stands thin out as he reaches the ominous wheel, and suddenly, he isn’t so eager anymore.
By Alex Boone5 years ago in Humans
