Alexandra H Gulcan
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Just your average anime character writing about humanity.
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Letter to the Devil
Dear Father, I cannot bear to leave without at least giving you an explanation for my departure. For I know that you would send your squadrons of demonic mercenaries through the earth and into the heavens, until I was found, if you thought I had been taken by force. I am well aware how pos- sessive you are of your family and rightfully so. You have taken the upmost care of me, serving as my knight, my lord, and my friend. Yet, despite my love for you, I can no longer remain in this place, which my very heart and soul detests so much. You may wonder how this could be. After all, this is my home and all I have ever known. I will tell you father, even though you can- not possibly understand why such mundane events have afflicted me as if they were the worst tragedies. Thus, I give you fair warning that that these words that I share with you are not wise. However, it is because I love you that I must impart the tainted, human part of my soul.
By Alexandra H Gulcan4 years ago in Fiction
Ghost of the Ocean
The sound of waves crashing roughly against the shore echoes in my ears as I walk barefoot along the cold and soothing sand. I can barely see the whites of the waves as they rise out of the ocean to steal from the shore, in return leaving clear jelly fish, ranging from sizes as big as your skull to the size of your palm, beached on the sand. Seashells are exchanged over and over again, the sea and the shore battling for more with each wave.
By Alexandra H Gulcan4 years ago in Fiction
Infragilis Florals
I opened Infragilis Florals on Etsy out of my desperate need to create. If I am not creating, I am doing useless, unproductive, and unhealthy things, letting insecurity and sorrow rule my life in which it truly has no place. So, what was I to do when I couldn't finish school or work a traditional 9 to 5 due to my health? Craft, yes that is the answer. Instead of keeping my fairytale visions to myself in my mind, I began to implement my hands to bring them into reality. Only then have I found a way to balance myself and my life. Crafting negates negativity, and that is a fact.
By Alexandra H Gulcan5 years ago in Motivation
The Red Wolf Chronicles
Seven years ago a girl stepped into the Wolves Den Arena, and left as every man’s nightmare. The red wolf, the crimson werewolf, the howl in the night, the shiver down your spine, the last words you speak before you die, the fire in the sky: They say she comes only for those monsters that live between nightfall and hell, the ones that crawl beneath your floorboards like roaches at 2 am leaving destruction and waste in their wake. If you delight in rape or long for torture, she will tear your heart out and devour it, and I don’t mean that figuratively.
By Alexandra H Gulcan5 years ago in Horror
The Girl in a Pink Dress
The little girl watched her Auntie May comb her long curly black hair out of her face and into a bright pink bow on the top of her head, giving her a bouncing pony tail that swished from side to side. She twirled around in her light pink dress, making it fly around her in a precious circle. The satin pink dress fell to her knees, and a bright white ribbon wrapped around her torso under her chest into a big pristine white bow in the back. The little girl fingered the white lace that ran around the hem of her dress. The colors contrasted so well with her dark brown skin, she was delighted! Why, she thought that it must be the finest dress in all of Harlem. She even supposed that she could be mistaken for a princess. She figured that this special holiday was the best ever because she got to dress up prettier than any other day of the year. As she admired her reflection in the mirror, the curiosity of youth crawled up behind her and took her by surprise, and so she asked, “Auntie May, why do we always dress up on this day and meet everyone at the park for a cookout?”
By Alexandra H Gulcan5 years ago in Humans
The Wolf
The cold breeze kisses my face in delight and then moves on to make the trees sway, cheating them out of their golden, bloody, mud, and ginger colored leaves. A few leaves drop slowly, fluttering to the ground with the grace of a butterfly. They are autumn’s snowflakes that litter the ground with all the pigment of the fall’s palette. From there, the wind continues on to caress the few birds that still remain in their nests, curled up against the cold, their wings wrapped around themselves, using their sleek feathers to keep their soft little delicate bodies warm. Flying away from the birds, the wind continues up into the sky and down to the forest floor to whisk up the fallen colors and to ruffle my red hair and redden my cheeks.
By Alexandra H Gulcan5 years ago in Wander
Put down that donut and listen
Opening my eyes on January 1, 2021 was different from opening my eyes on January 1, 2020 for numerous reasons, but the main difference is in 2021 I woke up a pessimist. It is no conundrum as to why that is of course. In 2020, I woke up with the phrase “Clear vision, clear future” hanging off my lips, whereas this year I woke up with a less eloquent phrase… “Now what?”
By Alexandra H Gulcan5 years ago in Motivation
Do you have a cigarette?
It was already a bad day, as I got out of my car to rush into CVS, but having to leave my family on Thanksgiving to do this made it worse. "Where are you going?" My dad had asked me. If only the answer was appropriate for the holiday festivities. The truth was, I was going to get emergency medication for a herpes outbreak I was experiencing, making me feel too sick to function. Unfortunately, to this day, these outbreaks give me flashbacks of one thing...rape.
By Alexandra H Gulcan5 years ago in Humans
