Alex Boone
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Dad/Husband
Aspiring Screenwriter
Highschool poet
Just writing things and stuff
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Alex sat in his childhood bedroom while his Nonna sobbed herself to sleep in the room opposite his. He had moved back in a couple of weeks ago when his Nonno suddenly passed. The house, once warm and inviting, now seemed far too big and empty. “Matteo!” Alex could hear her muffled wails and made his way across the hall . “Ale! Lascia mei stare! Leave me alone!” she yelled as heard him enter the room. Alex looked sadly at his Nonna. As he turned to head back to his room the hallway felt too long, his bed too far away, so for the third time that week he slumped to the floor and slept outside his Nonna’s door.
By Alex Boone5 years ago in Families
You've Met With A Terrible Fate, Haven't You?
I was four years old, and my aunt and uncle gave me socks and underwear for my birthday. I sat on the steps and sulked. How could the two people I idolized most give me socks and underwear?! They sat there deadly serious as I felt the tears well up in my eyes, and made no move to stop me as I took off to sit on the steps and silently lament this ultimate betrayal. They then brought out their real gift to me -- a Super Nintendo. I didn’t realize it then; but they had given me an escape from the endless fights between my parents.
By Alex Boone5 years ago in Gamers
