Alyssa Cherise

Joined August 2025

20 stories

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Art, nature, and magic, in no particular order.

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Honorable Mention in This Is How I Remember It Challenge

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For When the Forest Calls
The following is a set of instructions for those who are ready to hear them. You will know when it happens. You will not be able to resist, or do much of anything else.
By Alyssa Cheriseabout 9 hours ago in Fiction
The Long Rest
The old, sweet scent of decay thins in the cold. Those familiar golds and reds how they soften now, their edges feathered with frost,
By Alyssa Cherise2 months ago in Poets
Longing of the Wolf
Each night, you find me Or I find you I am never sure which of us does the searching - Either way, there you are Unhurried, patient in the dark
By Alyssa Cherise2 months ago in Poets
Omniview: ECHO
The passkey blinked open with a soundless flick. Sora sat still for a long moment, heart thudding, eyes stinging from hours of sleepless white light. He didn’t know what he expected to find, only that it wouldn’t be her. The key had taken him all night to crack. His rig was a patchwork of scavenged parts and code he’d written himself, sorting through encryption layers like a digital locksmith picking a thousand locks at once. When the directory finally bloomed open, its name glared at him in stark white letters: ARCHIVE//VERACITY_CONTROL.
By Alyssa Cherise2 months ago in Fiction
It's a Secret
The attic is a place where we keep the dead bodies. Mom says not to tell
By Alyssa Cherise3 months ago in Poets
Unknown Caller
I attended your wake I saw your body, how then does this call come from you?
By Alyssa Cherise3 months ago in Poets
It's Just Business
They profit from your pain So why would they want to stop You keep making them rich
By Alyssa Cherise3 months ago in Poets
Last Bus
The man at the bus stop Tells me the last bus has left He sits down next to me
By Alyssa Cherise3 months ago in Poets
Guiding Light
I was lost in the dark of my own mind that deep and private place where thought folds over themselves and nothing feels clear.
By Alyssa Cherise3 months ago in Poets
Artificial Animal
You’re a gremlin, a monster ugly and rotting a slick, small thing of shadow and filth but only when you’re alone - When you step beyond your door
By Alyssa Cherise3 months ago in Poets
Gods and Magic
Gods and Magic We made them both bright names for the dark, a language for what refuses to be understood. - We are creatures of story,
By Alyssa Cherise5 months ago in Poets
Notes to Self
Notes to Self Buy a house — because they say rent is just fire burning your money into someone else’s pocket Get a better job —
By Alyssa Cherise5 months ago in Poets