Alyssa Musso
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A scientist by trade, but a creative at heart. One novel in progress with too many other ideas taking up space in my head. Some of those ideas end up here.
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Torn Pages
The words of my first story are forever lost in a landfill somewhere on Long Island. Maybe they still exist, if they haven't already been burned to ashes layered into the quickly forgotten history of mundane life. The pages disintegrated, piled on top of each other, just discarded trivial pieces of everyday life from more than twenty years ago.
By Alyssa Musso2 years ago in Writers
Frisbee Folly
Back and forth. Back and forth. The yellow disc soared, wobbling across the sky, taunting me as I sat patiently next to the park bench. Josh's mumbling filled my ears, but my focus remained on the yellow disc. Every time the disc flew above the grass, I received a pleasant whiff of excitement. I held my nose high in the air, catching all of the scents as they drifted by.
By Alyssa Musso3 years ago in Fiction
Bittersweet Symphony
If you were to ask me when music became an essential part of my life, I don't think I would be able to pinpoint the exact moment. Music has always been a part of me, entwined in the strands of my DNA like symphonies wrapped in a double helix, notes encoded in my biochemistry.
By Alyssa Musso3 years ago in Beat
Taken
The steady rumble of an engine eased her awake, but the harsh vibrations of her body against an unforgiving surface jolted her back to reality. Anna’s eyes shot open to darkness. Panic spread through her veins like wildfire. Anna struggled to move, her limbs burning. A quick jerk forced her head against the floor, knocking a memory loose. An image of a man standing in the dim lighting of the parking garage flashed before her. Anna didn’t recognize the man. He was wearing a black ski mask, but his icy blue eyes pierced through her, even now in her mind.
By Alyssa Musso3 years ago in Fiction
Floating
I am floating. I am floating, but not on the surface. I am floating, weightlessly suspended in the depths of the frigid ocean. The darkness surrounds me, envelops my soul. It is where I will be kept for eternity. Entombed forever in the waters of this beautiful earth. Rays of light from the heavens above shimmer around me. Wisps of my hair flow effortlessly in the current.
By Alyssa Musso3 years ago in Fiction
Dream Clouds
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Every night, Nephele watched the hues of amethyst, lilac, and violet swirl against a sparkling sky of jewels. The clouds floated through Nephele's open bedroom window facing the Ionian Sea, their wispy arms cradling her as she drifted off to sleep. Hugging her cherished childhood doll to her chest, Nephele closed her eyes and trusted the clouds. As they lulled her into her dreams, she knew this was her best chance of seeing her mother.
By Alyssa Musso3 years ago in Fiction
Symphonies of the Sea
On a gray April morning, the carriage bounced and jostled over the uneven gravel road leading through the countryside from one city to another. Thin wisps of clouds moved gracefully over the rolling hills as Violet admired the beauty of the land. She took in a deep breath as she closed her eyes, painting a vivid image she could recall later when she became homesick. Amaranthine fields of lush green grass, strings of white snowdrops and pale yellow primroses, stone cottages entangled in gnarled vines, the bleating of sheep and braying of horses. Violet always preferred the peacefulness of the country over the stifling suffocation of the city. She would miss the natural splendor of the English landscape the most over the next few days. However, she also knew that the sea had its own unique elegance.
By Alyssa Musso4 years ago in Fiction
