Alexander McEvoy
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Writing has been a hobby of mine for years, so I'm just thrilled to be here! As for me, I love writing, dogs, and travel (only 1 continent left! Australia-.-)
"The man of many series" - Donna Fox
I hope you enjoy my madness
AI is not real art!
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Adolescent Odyssey
I don’t remember the first book I ever read, but the first one I recall having read to me was a favourite of my mother. Coincidentally, it’s a favourite of mine, though I think we’ll skip the philosophical discussion about indoctrination for another time. The Hobbit, by J.R.R. Tolkien, is a wonderful book, but not the one I want to talk about today.
By Alexander McEvoy2 years ago in BookClub
A Touch Of The Fey. Top Story - August 2023.
Music rose from the depths of the glen. A beautiful, soft sort of music like the gentle patter of rain on summer leaves. This music calls to those who wander by, drawing them into the glen if they, as my mamo used to say, have a touch of the fey about them. Calling them into the gentle shade of the overhanging trees where the music will speak to them, if they can hear it.
By Alexander McEvoy2 years ago in Fiction
For Whom the Whistle Blows. Top Story - August 2023.
You awake alone on a train with trees drifting slowly by outside. You sit in the window seat, in the first row, facing forward. Looking behind yourself, you see that every seat stretching back to the door is empty, light that does not shine glittering in the eyes of people who are not there. It is dark in the car, the attendant hasn’t been seen for hours, and the only light comes from a perfectly full moon in a clear, cloudless sky.
By Alexander McEvoy2 years ago in Horror
A Forest of Thorns
King Hubert stands at the large window in his bed chamber, watching as the sun sinks slowly towards the horizon. It is one of his lucid days, one of few the Divine sees fit to grant him, and worry twists his gut. Years ago, when the enchanted sickness had first begun to take his faculties, Hubert abdicated his throne to his son Florian; now during his lucid moments, he often stares at the horizon, thoughts full of the past.
By Alexander McEvoy2 years ago in Fiction
