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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I have died again. The other deaths blur at the edges, faint and ghostlike, but I feel them inside me. Like a limb that has slept too long, prickling back to life. A forgotten ache waking up. Already, this one too begins to dissolve, slipping through my grasp like water through fingers. I never remember them for long.
By Alyssa Cherise5 months ago in Poets
The View
You have not spoken since we began the climb, though neither have I. Still, our silences are not the same. Yours is a silence devoured, pulled inward, swallowed whole by the little black box in your hand. That dark mirror world, always buzzing, always demanding. It holds you hostage. You walk half-present, glancing up only to keep from stumbling. Whatever world you’re in, it is not this one.
By Alyssa Cherise5 months ago in Fiction
Mother Bird
I was a child Young When my dad came inside one morning Inside his palm There was an egg Small, speckled Blue and beige
By Alyssa Cherise5 months ago in Poets
Forever Plaid and the Rainbow Moon. Honorable Mention in This Is How I Remember It Challenge.
I drove all the way to Yellowstone With someone I barely knew We took your little silver car It was new to you You played Bon Iver on the radio
By Alyssa Cherise5 months ago in Poets
The Snowman Hunter
You’ve heard the songs by now, the ones about snowmen. How they have a jolly happy soul, a corn-cob pipe and a button nose, two eyes made out of coal. Well, the song was right about one thing, they have eyes made out of coal. Charred, shouldering embers from hell. Or stones, plucked from mucky gutters by naïve children with no idea what they’re in the process of creating. Those beady little eyes – ceaselessly peering at passerby through the falling snow – haunt me in my sleep. Their murderous gaze is sharp enough to pierce even the darkness of my dreams. Even during the sparkling hours of daylight, the sight of an eye-shaped pebble is enough to send shivers down my spine.
By Alyssa Cherise5 months ago in Fiction
The Potion
Pew Eponos was having a wonderful dream. Until he wasn’t. He was rudely plucked from his imaginings (of enjoying some goddamn peace and quiet), and thrust into the musty, dung-scented world of consciousness. His ears picked up on the trill of furious clucking around the same time as he felt a creature’s foul little beak peck him directly in the eye. He flailed his arms (damn they felt awfully heavy today), and waved them erratically, shooing the feathered vermin away.
By Alyssa Cherise5 months ago in Fiction
The Labyrinth of Ketu
The silence was surreal. After hours of rhythmic drums rattling her bones, heavy woodsmoke choking her lungs, and nearly fifty people passing her around like a doll, Sonia was exhausted. The ritual was finally over.
By Alyssa Cherise5 months ago in Fiction
The Axe and the Egg
I’m not used to running for my life. I crash through the woods, trying not to trip over my feet in the dark. My breaths come out ragged and my thighs burn with exhaustion. Slung over one shoulder is a bag containing all that remains of my possessions. Tucked safely under my arm is a golden Faberge egg, ridiculous in its opulence and heavy with encrusted jewels. This egg is my ticket to freedom, to a new life.
By Alyssa Cherise5 months ago in Fiction