D. ALEXANDRA PORTER

Joined June 2021
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  • The Portal. Top Story - September 2023. Content Warning.

    Part 1 “Papa?” Asha St. George called from within a crumbling old barn, hoping she heard her father’s footsteps outside. At the end of a crooked trail in dark woods, the barn beneath a yellow moon seemed no more than the abandoned monument of a forgotten era. If you looked close, you knew it was not empty and held more than scampering rats and spiders busy spinning webs.

    By D. ALEXANDRA PORTER2 years ago in Horror

  • Beggledert: The Sorcerers

    Prologue A wild spring storm is brewing. Icy wind gusts chase restless rain in half of the sky and presage more than mere echoes of thunder and a deluge. I will keep my family safe. Turning away from the window, I glimpse furrowed brows over worried green eyes, and an overgrown beard, in an old mirror on the study wall. Exiling my reflection with a nod, I gaze again at twilight beyond my window.

    By D. ALEXANDRA PORTER2 years ago in Chapters

  • Impostor on Vocal: Killer-1. Content Warning.

    Vocal Family, Another impostor is among us, stealing work, butchering it, and using the pseudonym of Killerless-1. Here is the thief's URL: https://shopping-feedback.today/authors/killerless-1.%3C/p%3E%3C/a%3E%3Cdiv class="css-1htaxga-Flex">

    By D. ALEXANDRA PORTER2 years ago in Poets

  • The Waters We Bring

    Chapter One: “The Dream” 1950s; Wynnewood, An Arkansas Delta Town War was declared. The woods near weevil-infested cotton boll fields were blazing, but farmhands were calling for more kerosene. Rebekkah Bishop ran to the shed where Grandmother had gallons waiting. With a can in each hand, the girl raced back to fuel a fire that was already raging.

    By D. ALEXANDRA PORTER2 years ago in Chapters

  • The Waters We Bring. Content Warning.

    Chapter One: “The Dream” 1950s; Wynnewood, An Arkansas Delta Town War was declared. The woods near weevil-infested cotton boll fields were blazing, but farmhands were calling for more kerosene. Rebekkah Bishop ran to the shed where Grandmother had gallons waiting. With a can in each hand, the girl raced back to fuel a fire that was already raging.

    By D. ALEXANDRA PORTER2 years ago in Fiction

  • True Love

    I look at you, your eyes, cute nose. I see all, even your toes. Photo by William Fortunato on Pexels Calm in my care,

    By D. ALEXANDRA PORTER2 years ago in Poets

  • Vocal Inspirations. Top Story - July 2023.

    Hospitality and compassion can never be overvalued. They are essential humanitarian pillars that I hold in high esteem. Fortunately, I find these presented daily by Vocal members.

    By D. ALEXANDRA PORTER3 years ago in Humans

  • Madam Reina Fleming on Life, Love, and the Chihuly Gardens and Glass Exhibits

    This fictional story features the real-world art of Dale Chihuly. My cautious doctor means well. He put me on rainbow-colored pills and bedrest for a week, to begin today; however, on this splendid afternoon, I am indulging in all things autumn and brilliant Chihuly garden and glass exhibits. All are worth a few short breaths and the aches of time-worn joints. Have you ever experienced Chihuly masterpieces? An old lover, deceased, once described them as glass on fire.

    By D. ALEXANDRA PORTER3 years ago in Art

  • A Stormy Night's Dream

    The colorized photo above shows the grandchildren of Maggie L. Walker (1864-1934), an American entrepreneur of Virginia who chartered a bank in 1903. When the stock market crashed in 1929, Ms. Walker saved her bank by merging with another and becoming the Consolidated Bank and Trust Company. It was considered to be the longest operating African American banking institution. (“Maggie Lena Walker: Civil Rights Activist and Entrepreneur | American Masters | PBS” 2020)

    By D. ALEXANDRA PORTER3 years ago in Art