Alex H Mittelman
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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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Judgement Day
“I sentence you to eighty seven years in prison,” I said. He was only nine and his crime was bubblegum theft, but the law is the law. No excuses for breaking it. He went to his cell crying, I went home and slept happy. I watched the news and saw a superior court judge released everyone I had sentenced for ‘excessive punishment.’ I heard shouting outside my house. I went outside to see what the noise was. It was all the convicts. “There he is. Get him,” someone shouted. A car rammed my gates and they all beat me up.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
The Shower Monsters
I was taking a shower and I closed my eyes. I thought I heard breathing and quickly opened them. Just my imagination. I closed my eyes again and heard a noise. Just my imagination. I opened my eyes and looked around. Nothing. I closed my eyes and felt hands grab my shoulders. I screamed and saw my roommates laughing. Just a prank. I started laughing too, until Cindy and Emma ripped off their faces exposing the hideous scaly lizard skin underneath. I screamed as they sunk their sharp teeth into me. “I hate it when the meals squirmy,” Cindy said.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Keep Digging Up
I died the day after the accident. I tripped and fell on a syringe. After I was buried, I woke up again. And I was hungry. I had an unquenchable urge to eat human flesh that I thought was unique to me, until I met the other zombies on the way out of my grave. All I knew for sure was I had to keep digging up. I kept clawing away at the dirt, faster and faster, until finally I breached the surface. “B-b-brains” I moaned to my zombie friends as they breached the surface too. Finally, time to feast!
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Lurking
I was lurking in the shadows late one night, not expecting a meal. I was about to go home hungry when I heard footsteps in the distance. My senses were tingiling, I could hear the blood pumping through his veins. As I got closer, the smell of flesh became intoxicating. I found the human and sunk my teeth into him. I was to busy enjoying my meal to notice the slowly rising Sun. I barley made it back in time to hide in my coffin. The meal I enjoyed would soon seek revenge. I’d have to move tomorrow night.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Creepy Crawly Creature Candy
Names John, I’m from Texas and I own a factory that makes candy with bugs in it. It’s popular amongst tough guys and teenagers. Our biggest seller is chewing gum with roach. People say they like the crunch. I couldn’t blame them, it was delicious. I was working at the factory late when a car crashed into the building and hit the bug cage. The bugs crawled into his car and ate him. I called the employees in for some overtime work. They worked all night to put the bugs into candy after they finished eating, covering up the accident.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
A Storm Was Brewing
I looked outside the window of the airplane. The rain was hammering down. This storm was alive, I could feel it. I could hear it’s voice, saying my name, over and over again. “Alice, I’m coming for you,” it whispered. Nobody on the plane heard this but me. The plane landed and the voice whispered louder in the cab. Finally, I made it home. I was fixing a snack in my kitchen when I looked up after hearing the crash of lightning. “Time to die, Alice” the voice screamed. With that lightning crashed through my kitchen window and killed me.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
The Comedian
“What would bears be without bees? Ears?” Was my opening joke. I got moans. Usually that joke got a few more laughes. “Why did the chicken cross the road?” I asked to what sounded like boos. “Sorry, my next joke will be better, I promise,” I said. The moans and boos got louder. “Lights,” I said. The lights turned on, exposing an audience that was full of zombies. They weren’t booing, which boosted my ego, but saying brains. They were now crawling on stage to eat me, and I had nowhere to go. “You guys have been great!” I said.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
The Party
“Chug, chug, chug,” they chanted as I did a keg stand. It was hazing at a college party. I drank until I threw up, then drank some more. I was so wasted, I asked everyone out, guy or girl, and told everyone I loved them. I couldn’t drink anymore so I found a secret corner and laid down for an hour. It’s a good thing, too, because the police showed up on a noise complaint and arrested everyone else. I was the only one who remained free that night. I wasn’t going to go to another college party with them.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Walking on Eggshells
I was always careful not to upset my roommate. He was a genius, but very quick to anger. I got him a gift card for a massage for his birthday. “Why? Do I look like I need to relax?” He asked. Oh crud, he was angry. “Honestly, yes. Please don’t be mad,” I begged. “We’ll, thank you. I appreciate your honesty,” he said. Now we go for weekly massages together. It was all fun and games, until the spa exploded from a gas leak. Now we go hiking through the woods to relax.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Karen Vs. Karen
I complained to the captain of the cruise that he wasn’t sailing right. I complained to management that there weren’t enough caviar crackers. I complained to the chef that everything was undercooked. I complained to the waiter that the service was to slow. And I told all the customers they were to noisy and to go back to where they came from, even though I had no idea. I called them all idiots. A woman came up to me and told me to shut up, and when I didn’t she threw me off the boat. Her name was Karen, too!
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Don’t Ignore the Poor
I was sitting outside the skyscraper, asking people for money. “Spare some change” I asked a man. “No, bum. Get a job. Like me. I’ve got an interview to go to,” he said. I waited until he got to the top floor. He sat outside the CEOs office. I made him wait, then went up. “What are you doing here,” he sarcastically said. I unlocked the doors to my office. “You didn’t get the job. You’re selfish. You don’t know why someone’s homeless, maybe they can’t work,” I said. I called security and had him tossed out of the building.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Microfiction Obsession
Hi, I’m a writer. My pen name is Alex McGee. I’m currently writing for a competition called microfiction magic. I keep writing and submitting miniature stories of all sorts. I keep coming up with new ideas, better ideas. I can’t stop writing. My fingers are about to explode from all the typing I’m doing. Hi this is Alex’s stenographer, Leslie Typist. I was hired to inform you that Alex’s fingers exploded from over use on the keyboard. I’ll be typing all of his stories from now on as he dictates until his fingers regrow. Thank you. Have a nice day.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
