Alex H Mittelman
Bio
I love writing and just finished my first novel. Writing since I was nine. I’m on the autism spectrum but that doesn’t stop me! If you like my stories, click the heart, leave a comment. Link to book: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CQZVM6WJ
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The Boy who Learned to Fly
Another day, another trouble. Cedrick already knew he was going to get verbally abused at school, and god forbid he stand up for himself, he’d just get beaten. The bullies were horrible eldritch terrors, monstrous beasts beyond reproach and repulsively disgusting, nauseating and shamelessly intolerable creatures! Their odious behavior and constant harassment was inexcusable, insurmountable, and unfortunately, inexhaustible, and their torturing of poor Cedrick had been ongoing for four years, since the first grade. The worst part was nobody seemed to care.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Father? . Content Warning.
I woke up in a dark room. It was a different dark room from the one I’d been in the night before, this one smelled of musk. The last ones foetor was of a clogged toilet. I had no idea who moved me, or when. The denizens of this abode were horrible. They chained me up and beat me. I didn’t want to be in this new room either, I did not know what eldritch horrors awaited.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Art
Satan, Sick of Summons . Top Story - June 2023. Content Warning.
Satan started off as a great warrior for anarchy and free will, a genuine rebel without a cause. He hadn’t intended to be evil, he just didn’t like living by the rules. After being banished to hell, god sends books to earth explaining how to summon Satan, just to annoy him. Every time someone uses one of these books and does a summoning spell, they always ask Satan to do a really monotonous and sometimes evil favor, and after thousands of years, Satan is annoyed. He actually earned his deal making reputation by trying to make deals to get out of doing favors.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Humor
Hell on Wheels
I was riding my flame decorated motorcycle on a dark road on a dark night to a dark place. It had a trailer hitch on it, so I hooked up a large trailer to my cycle because I was about to bring in a large haul. I got a tip about a large criminal convention put together by a huge criminal organization called Basura Del Infierno, or Garbage From Hell. All the worst criminals were going to be there, and so was I.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
The Mermaid, the Parachute and the Horse
The Mermaid Queen Lucia had finally inherited the throne, her father, King Fred, was retired. She liked being queen and did not want to get fired. But she was extremly bored. Nobody cared that she commanded a large horde. Her army was massive, the ocean was hers. But she still needed something more, maybe some land furs.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
The Drive to Nowhere
I was driving to relax. I didn’t have a particular direction. I was driving just to drive. I had been driving for three hours and I was finally starting to feel better. I turned on the air conditioning and took a deep breath. I drove for another hour and my gas light came on. I pulled into the nearest gas station. I filled up and went inside. “I need directions,” I said to the attendant. “To where?” He asked. “Nowhere in particular,” I said. “That place is easy to find! Just take a left at the light,” he said, smiling.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Lipstick on a Date
I was nervous about the date. I met him online. I put on lipstick. I didn’t like the color. I changed colors. I was now wearing crimson red. I drove to the restaurant. I found the table we reserved. The date went well. I brought him back home. Jim looked around. “Who are all these other men?” He asked. “My other husbands. Welcome to the clan. We can get married tomorrow,” I said. He tried to leave, but the door was locked. “Don’t worry, Jim, you’ll get used to it,” one of my husbands said.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Red River
I watched as the factory poured its chemicals and garbage into the river, turning it red. It made it look like the river bled. They didn’t care that an entire community depended on this water to drink, buy filters they said. The best filters in the world couldn’t fix this water. Import water, they said. That was expensive and most couldn’t afford that. The animals were dying too, so we organized a protest. We stood outside, and while some of us cried, the rest of us stopped anyone from entering until they shut the factory down. This is our town.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
