Alexandria Stanwyck

Joined October 2021

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My inner child screams joyfully as I fall back in love with writing.

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Parts 1 2 One might think it is, well, freeing to have free will. I'm sure it is, for those who haven't lived playing by someone else's rules. Even when I had "decisions" to make in the past, it was never my choice.
By Alexandria Stanwyckabout a year ago in Fiction
The Morning After (I fall deeper with every thing you do.)
It isn't the blinding sun that jars me awake (you closed the curtains because you know I despise the sun before 8am), but the gentle symphony of your sweet nothings, whispers in my hair, and the morning bird (I swear it's singing Love Me For the Both of Us).
By Alexandria Stanwyckabout a year ago in Poets
stopping to smell the roses. Top Story - October 2024. Content Warning.
You told me stop and smell the roses. So here I am; its perfume burns my nose, a bitter blend of salt, casserole, and alcohol lingers on my tongue,
By Alexandria Stanwyckabout a year ago in Poets
5-4-3-2-1. Content Warning.
It's blurry, but here is the scar on my hand, the green succulents bending toward the sun, my favorite blue pen, the crocheted orange pumpkin sitting on my desk, and my fingers on the keyboard.
By Alexandria Stanwyckabout a year ago in Poets
The White Room. Content Warning.
My head bounces against the wall, bored out of my mind. I've decided I hate the color white; it's too pristine, too easy to grunge up. It's a reminder of everything I'm not.
By Alexandria Stanwyckabout a year ago in Fiction
The Woman in the Cafe. Top Story - September 2024.
The bell jingles against the door as yet another person walks into the cramped cafe. Unlike some of the others coming in on their lunch break, she comes in with a genuine smile, brightening up the space and I'm sure the barista's day. Poor girl has had a line of sour people today.
By Alexandria Stanwyckabout a year ago in Psyche
The Flowers Died Today. Content Warning.
Part One The garden was beautiful that day - vivid, uplifting colors decorating the path to my parents' workshop. I always loved the intertwined scent of my mother's bouquets and my father's rustic furniture that would hit me even before I opened the doors.
By Alexandria Stanwyckabout a year ago in Fiction
Previously.... Content Warning.
Part One The man slams his bloodied fist into my face again. I chuckle despite the pain from my messed-up jaw shooting down my spine. This is nothing I haven't faced before; Rebecca, our creator, puts me through a lot. I take it all with a smile, just like I've been designed to, though it would be nice if we got into the rescue part of things. Honestly, this is a 'been there, done that' kind of scenario and I'm bored.
By Alexandria Stanwyckabout a year ago in Fiction
DND
Shutting down my phone for a moment; I don't want to deal with the loud reality anymore. Let me close my eyes and escape to an island where it's only me and the gentle waves.
By Alexandria Stanwyckabout a year ago in Poets
In Quiet Memoriam. Content Warning.
Standing here on haunted ground, straddling the line between grief and relief, incessant rivers saturate the ground, though the time spent here's been brief.
By Alexandria Stanwyckabout a year ago in Poets
This Is Where It Begins. Content Warning.
Most times, the origins of a superpowered person starts with the manifestation of their powers. An accident triggers something deep inside or out of some act of desperation, they expose themselves to all sorts of chemicals, willing to put themselves through unendurable torture at the cost of their sanity.
By Alexandria Stanwyckabout a year ago in Fiction
Angel of Vengeance . Content Warning.
The doctors are whispering amongst themselves again. I sit on the table, holding my head as the throbbing intensifies again.
By Alexandria Stanwyckabout a year ago in Fiction