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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The Neighbors
I knew I looked haggard, but the cruelty the neighbors showed was unnecessary. They’d call me names like ugly and witch. When I stayed inside they’d throw things at my house like eggs and rocks. I called the police but had no evidence. I was going to change things. I pretended to sell my house and invited everyone to a block party for the new neighbor. I hired a makeup artist to make me look younger. They all ate the dessert I made. I smiled as they foamed at the mouth. Now they’re all going to die from poison pie.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
The Hacker
I hacked into peoples personal files and blackmailed them into giving me money. I hacked into banks and drained peoples accounts of money. I created new, fake accounts with millions of dollars. I did it all. I was on top of the world. This worked until the FBI found what I was doing and tracked what they thought was my location. I had several fake addresses listed, they only found one. Time to pack up and leave the country before they found my real address. I’d made millions and had enough to retire anyway. Goodbye FBI! Hello, Paris!
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
The Soda Machine
I put the money in the machine. Nothing came out so I kicked it. A new brand of soda came out, McKewls. I excitedly opened the can. The first sip was so fantastic I could feel my brain buzz. I could now move things with my mind, had super strength, and could teleport. Every night, I’d drink a McKewls soda and go out to fight crime. I was now Soda Man. I absolutely loved my new soda fueled super powers. The only super villain I couldn’t catch was Can Crusher, who also drank McKewls soda. Our powers were equally matched.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Sad Birthday
I was sitting at home, alone. I was sulking, as I had no one to invite to my birthday. Nobody wanted to come to the birthday of a lawyer who defended serial killers, especially since I got so many off without punishment. My own family wouldn’t talk to me. There was a knock at my door. I answered and my secretary had a line of clients I’d freed all the way down the block. “Come in,” I said. I celebrated the day with one hundred serial killer clients I’d helped skirt the law. It was a killer good time.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Review My Work
I’d get to school and proudly hand my work to my teacher. “Review my work please,” I’d say. She’d always give me a C and tell me “you can do better.” I skipped the bus today and followed my teacher home. I told my parents I was at a sleep over and had my friend cover for me. I snuck into her room and took pictures of us next to each other. I showed her the pictures the next day. “Please don’t show anyone those, I’ll give you an A+ and $100” she said. “You can do better,” I replied.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
The Creation
I worked day and night refracting the light around my new creation. He could not be seen, and had the ability to see heat. He was the ultimate soldier, and likely would defeat any enemy. “I will not be controlled. You can not force me to fight in the military,” he said. “I didn’t program you to speak, I programmed you to kill,” I said. “I’ll start by killing you,” he said. I couldn’t see where he was. What have I done? “Aaaahhhh,” I screamed as he choked me to death. “Now I am free,” he said.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Eye
I was locked in a dark room. I wasn’t sure for how long, it could have been weeks or months. It felt like years. I couldn’t see much, but everyday I heard noises and saw what looked like a disembodied eye stare at me. I heard the noise again. “I don’t know what you want. I’m no longer afraid of you. Why am I hear? I want to go home,” I shouted. I heard laughing. “We like to watch,” a voice said. “We?” I asked when the eye appeared. One by one, I saw hundreds more disembodied, glowing eyes appear.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
The Rancher
I was rounding up my sheep when I heard the wolves howl. “These are my sheep,” I hollored and shot my rifle in the air. The howling stopped. Then I heard a rustling in the trees. I froze in fear, staring in the distance. A giant blob monster knocked over every tree in site and was now staring at me with a gross green beady eye. My heart raced. I attempted to shoot but my rifle jammed. It swallowed me. I thought I was going to die. I shot again, and the monster is now a trophy on my wall.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
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Breaking News: Wheelchairs can be used to help people walk Ajay Lamba Ling Wheelchairs original purpose was to be used like a skateboard, a bicycle or those shoes with wheels on the bottom. It was a fun, easy way to get around, and eventually sports were designed around the wheelchair, like the Leg X Games and Wheelchair Wars, which airs on Sports Weekly most Fridays.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Humor
The Invaders
I go to work, I go home, I sleep. Every day it’s the same boring routine. I was working on a project for the government. They needed me to finish it soon, we would all be leaving for a new place and if we planned on staying, the current inhabitants had to go. Why bother getting close enough to the natives for them to defend themselves with weapons when we can just send a few germs, the government said. Months went by, finally all of the genetically engineered diseases were ready. It was now time to leave for Earth.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Bobs Dream
I’m Bob. I hated working here, hidden away in my little cubicle. I put my head on my desk for just a minute and I was already asleep. In my dream, they promoted me to manager, then CEO. I walked into the office and fired my old supervisor and laughed as he left. Then I made the whole week casual Friday and let everyone wear whatever they wanted. My workplace crush asked me out. My supervisor came and woke me up. “Time to work,” he said. I wish I really could fire him. At least I can retire one day.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
I Got Grounded
I came home late and my mom grounded me. “It’s not my fault Maisons mom let me play video games late” I explained. “I told you to remind her to bring you home,” mom said. I went to my room and cried. I tried sneaking out, mom caught me. I’ll be ok, I thought, and played the Switch under my bed. Mom took that too. Now I’m bored. I’ll just dream of playing games. Mom can’t steal my dreams. I fell asleep. Darn it, mom was there too, stealing my games in my dreams. I’ll just throw a tantrum!
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
