Alexandria Stanwyck
Bio
My inner child screams joyfully as I fall back in love with writing.
I am on social media! (Discord, Facebook, and Instagram.)
instead of therapy: poetry and lyrics about struggling and healing is available on Amazon.
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True Strength. Content Warning.
*Inspired by Dancing with the Stars and Patrick Droney's song Talk about That. My breathing comes out in shallow pants. My body shakes under the weight of the terror coursing in my blood. I want to run and freeze at the same time.
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Fiction
The Colors of Grief. Content Warning.
The first time I learned that someone I knew committed suicide I was ten. I heard my mom talking to one of her friends about a kid who went to the local high school. When I went to school that same morning, the elementary school gym teacher made a point of sitting my class down outside on the basketball court. I don't remember much about the speech except this: "If you are going through anything, know you have me in your corner."
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Writers
Epilogue?. Content Warning.
Read these first: Red Orange Yellow Green Blue Indigo Violet 1 year after the funeral I stand at the archway at the entrance of the cemetery, frozen as if I am a human statue. In my hand, a bouquet of red roses banded together with a purple ribbon.
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Fiction
Violet (Purple). Content Warning.
Read these first: Red Orange Yellow Green Blue Indigo 1 year after the funeral I lean against the pier railing as I watch the sun peek over the horizon, breathing in the cool ocean air. It helps relieve some of the extra grief Andrea's death anniversary four days ago has sent my way.
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Fiction
Indigo. Content Warning.
Read these first: Red Orange Yellow Green Blue 11 months and 360 days after the funeral Andrea's Death Anniversary My pen feels heavier than usual in my hand today as if it understands the weight of what it is about to write on these pages.
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Fiction
A Thank You to the Librarian's Friend
Since I was four years old, it was well known that I was quite the storyteller. Playtime was about the worlds for my toys to inhabit and the adventures they went on. At night, I would fall asleep in the middle of grand tales I would whisper in the dark.
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Writers
