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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Cave Man Tools
I was searching for shelter. Couldn’t find any. Make own shelter. But how? I put rock on top of rock, but they kept falling. Grab vines, tied rocks together. Soon I built a shelter. Tried to hunt in new area. Animals too fast. Made a sharp stick. Threw it at animals. Also accidentally hit rock with stick, made fire. Now I’m warm. Used vines to tie stick to house, now have top to keep out rain. Getting cold because winter starting. Found sharp rock, took animal fur off and used for warmth. Now I am happy and no longer hungry.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
The Witch Doctors
My sister and I were both trained witch doctors. We got our training from our mother. Our powers weren’t real, but our mother taught us that if people believed our powers were real, people would heal themselves. Yes, we made a profit but we were also helping people. I was walking down the street to the witchcraft supply store when I tripped and broke my leg. “Help, can someone call me an ambulance,” I shouted. “I know you, I’ll call your sister,” someone said. My sister came, but her spells couldn’t heal my leg because I knew they were fake.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
I Didn’t Fit In
I didn’t fit in at school. They made me feel like a fool. They thought I was a tool. They were so cruel. They’d call me names and push me around, they’d treat me differently and I’d hide and couldn’t be found. They’d bully me and push me to the ground. One day someone finally invited me to sit next to them and it felt good to have a friend. I no longer had to pretend. He would defend me, and it was easier to blend! I didn’t care what the others said, the end. Defend people who are bullied!
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
The Plan for the Diamond
It took months of planning. I finally snuck into the museum to steal the diamond. Right before I grabbed it, alarms blared. The lights went on and a man with a microphone came up to me. “Congratulations, you’re the hundredth person to try to steal it this month,” he said. “Is this a game show? Did I win?” I asked. “Yes. The diamond is fake, but your prize is a lifetime in the museum?” He said. “What?” I asked. The walls came down and bars came up. It was a trap. “Keep the diamond,” he said, smiled and left me.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
It Came From the Lake
I was sitting on the doc next to my girlfriend. We were holding hands. We saw ripples in the water. Then splashing. “What’s that?” Emma said. “I don’t know,” I said. A large dinosaur that looked like Loch Ness breached the surface. “Run,” I shouted. The dinosaur chased us through the woods. It eventually grabbed Emma. “No, don’t eat Emma,” I screamed. “Can I eat you, instead,” it asked. “You can talk,” I asked. “Yes, why wouldn’t I be able to talk,” it asked. I asked so many questions it eventually fell asleep and dropped Emma. We slowly snuck off.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
It Came From Below
I was trying to sleep. The noises kept creaking under my bed. I pulled the covers over my face. The noises got louder. The noises turned into a loud growling. My bed started shaking. I jumped out of bed and grabbed a shovel and a flashlight. I looked under my bed and my dog jumped out. “It’s just you, Rex,” I said. I took one last look under my bed. I saw two hands reaching out of a hole. Then a horrid, monsterous face. I tried to back up, the hand grabbed me and pulled me into the dark hole.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
The Bribe
I got pulled over. The officer knocked on my window. I rolled it down. “I saw what you did,” he said. “I know what you want,” I said, reaching in my pocket to hand him cash. “Have a good day, sir,” he said and left. He came to my house every week for a year demanding more money. One day I shouted “I’m sick of paying you,” and slammed him with a shovel, then buried him. Later that night, there was a knock at my door. My neighbor pointed a gun at me and said “I saw what you did.”
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Living in a Cave
I moved into a cave right before the war. I brought supplies to last a year, and occasionally went out for more. I had a small solar powered radio that said the war was over. I went out to explore. There were lots of corpses scattered through the woods. The city was deserted. I gathered what I could from the wreckage and started to head back to the cave when I saw a woman. “Who are you, handsome,” she asked. “Possibly the last man on earth,” I said. We saw enemy troops approaching and ran back to my cave together.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Advice from a Cactus
I was lost in the desert. I was thirsty. I just finished my last sip of water. I tried to drink the water from a cactus. “Don’t drink my flesh,” it said. “What? Am I hallucinating?” I asked. “No, I can talk. Your tired from your walk. You need to rest, my friend. Help, people will send. Sit under my shade and you’ll be made,” Cactus said. “I hope you’re right, I’m almost dead,” I said. I was about to pass out when I saw a rescue vehicle approaching. I jumped in front of it and it ran me over.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Ghost Train to Nowhere
I bought a train ticket home. I usually drove, but I had a strong urge to try something new. I sat down. When I looked around, some passengers were see through. Some had severe injuries and were bleeding, while others looked normal and glowed. I tried to get off but the doors were locked. I was terrified. I couldn’t stop staring. “It’s not polite to stare. You’re dead too, you know,” a passenger said. “No,” I shouted. He showed me a vanity mirror. I was bloody and injured. I must have died in the accident on the drive home today.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Tomato Revolution
The revolution started when scientists weaponized tomatoes. They brought them to life. They had mean eyes, sharp teeth and ate everything in site. We marched to the capital and threw the tomatoes at the authoritarian ruling class. They didn’t stand a chance, the tomates ate every last politician. The tomatoes came back out and shouted, “we’re still hungry.” “Everybody run,” someone shouted. But almost nobody escaped the deadly genetically engineered tomato monsters. Those of us who did had to hide. We now lived in a world ruled by evil tomatoes, and their evil leader, King Redblood Strongvine.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Psycho in my Head
Fred was the voice living in my head. He must have wanted me dead. He would yell and scream until he got his way, I did everything he said without pay. I parachuted out of a plane and challenged people to fights, all in the middle of many a great nights. I got mad one day and hit his face, hurting mine as well. Living with Fred could be a living hell. I told him to go away and he refused. He said no, sounding amused. It looks like Fred and I have to get along. I hate being used.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
