Alexander Writes

Tag: Book

  • Finding Inspiration To Write

    Can’t find inspiration to write? Well, step right up, I have a dose of “What-Was-That!” …This will knock your socks off. Let me start off by saying, I know the feeling. I am in the same boat sometimes; probably why I drink most-of-the-time. But hey, I am a writer; the life behind the pen comes…

  • The Pleading Writer

    The Pleading Writer

    The Pleading Writer I utterly hate the term “I write therefore I am writer.” It just seems tacky and overused. Why not choose a different line like… “I am writer because I have a drink problem.” Or “I’ve had a crappy life therefore I can write crappy.” Or how about my personal favourite. “I’m damage…

  • Writing Sanity Is Insane

    If you have just read this image, as writer you would laugh! This is not a sucker-punch for sane people but a hopeful wake-up call. See what is wrong with everything and everyone around you and you can and will write better than you are now. It makes for better adventure through the human-horror. Better…

  • Writing My Fears Out

    I’m overdosing on madness, this is my design. Stop me before my thoughts make this pen kill again. I’m hiding under my own bed waiting for myself to wake up, monsters lie here. I and the evilness I possess have a tryst and our relationship is based on volatile trust and bad words such as…

  • The Write Way

    The Right-Way Towards The Writers-Way! My world is falling apart. You look upon this small sentence and see five words, but you do not feel my heart racing or the anxiety shaking my limbs out of sheer horror, when I live these words.  I know you writers, you write because you have had the perfect…

  • So A Vampire Is Born

    This is a story of a wounded man being kidnapped and cursed by a mysterious woman to kill as the first Vampire. Enjoy! Like, Comment, Prv/ Message. So A Vampire is Born I scrambled through the twigs and dead plant life on my stomach, the war from which I fled still rages with screams and…

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    10 Pages of Poetry

    My Poetic side. Please let these stars guide me home,The debt in which I claim, was paid in full,I crossed that line far from the road,Lost my mind, I’ve had prison bars of my own,What do I wish on? When my vision is gone,A two course collision, with a coping mechanism,And brute force…No cross road…

  • Define: Writer

    Define: Writer Noun: writer; plural noun: writers “The writer of the letter” “Dickens was a prolific writer”synonyms:author,   wordsmith,   man/woman of letters, penman,   creative writer; Moreinformalscribbler,   scribe,   pen-pusher,   hack,   potboiler To look at what a writer does from this perspective doesn’t hit the bone; this only shows you the skin. Writing for me and many others worldwide…

  • The Immortal Memoirs – Chapter 2

    The Diary Of An Immortal Chapter 2 So once again, I stand on my castle tower staring at my kingdom, the sun has just set and a glow from the horizon still sits waiting to sleep, my only friend and greatest foe. The wind catches my cape and begins to make it almost alive in…

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    The Serial Killer – Part 3

    A Killer of Love – A quiet family meal, Grace sits up close to me so I can wipe her mouth when the food falls off from the fork. Alan sits shovelling mash potato into his mouth, slowly trudging his way through his meatballs. A male reporter mimes his way through a subtitled story on…

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    Still Here

    I am still here. I’ve been busy working on my new novel. Sorry I had to disappear on everyone. I will keep you posted. Thanks for all the love. Drop me a message and I will reply. Be good to one another and I will see you all soon. Love you all! Alex

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    Saved By An Angel – Part 2 – Fallen

    Saved By An Angel – Part Two As people shoulder straight through Jack, he seems unmoved by their barge, walking side by side with me. Crowds of people are herding either towards school or work, the whole sidewalk is ram-packed. “Okay, time for a game changer, Natalie. What I am planning to do is to…

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    Love Madness

    A storm just for me ripples the very skies; rain-veins on the windows as my candle burns with a hiss. I just killed a man, not a man but myself. My sanity has gone forever and all that this world is left with is the condition. From the clouds their improper faces which glare at…

  • What Type Of Writer?

    For my Writing Friends I stand now; I stand a man with no future as of yet, twiddled by his past and troubled by his condition but still I stand toe to toe – nose to nose with this epic-fail named my life. Yes it may have a detrimental state on my being but in life’s…

  • This Pen Is A Monster, It’s The Only One That Gets Me

    This pen is a monster; it’s the only one that gets me! I’m coming for it all, one last stand on every piece of paper, crumple it up and use them as bombs or make myself paper aeroplanes. Extremists, Haha! Please… I’m an extreme extremist; I eat terrorists as if they were bubble-gum, see what…

  • Wordless

    I treasure my secrets so this world cannot find me. An Xmarks the spot; this is why I write when I am cross. I will wait here for you, I will always be here. Keep digging the dirt from on top of me; you will never uncover my truth. Set sail for a better life, towards…

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    The Serial Killer – Chalk Lines and Blood Spatters – Part 1

    Alexander Kennedy. This is a narrative thought processed story of a serial killer with good intentions and also alot of raised questions about her past. Like, Comment and subscribe. Caution Adivised – Bad Language. The Serial Killer Part 1. Chalk-Lines and Blood-Spatters I am going to show all of the saners worldwide, my world. I…

  • This Is The Look You Give When People Are Talking And All You Want To Do Is Write!

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    The Rambling’s Of An Unsuccessful Writer

    Please read it all, it will make sense at the end – Thank you. Writing is my religion, paper is my temple; now kneel before my God, pen! Your words are senseless, copy – copy – copy – copy. The rules of this writing game, is to take what others have done and rewrite it;…

  • The Worst Writer In The World

    That would be me… The Worst Writer in the World The world hatched and gave birth to me, silver linings are traced over with bad-luck; I’m mad as fuck, not even military precision prayers could save this mutant of the pen. A pill in my mouth, a bee in my bonnet, high as the clouds,…

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    My Dying Love

    My True Love There was an accident; I just got the phone call. I run and I run and run past my lungs threshold, she is all I care about. Bypassing people’s thoughts as I sprint to her in the middle of the road, stopping traffic in its footsteps. The rain is against me, stings…

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    I Am Wild Boy

    — My mother’s face was a blurry smudge within my memory; luckily I don’t remember her; Dad spoke in his sleep and what he did to that poor woman… He didn’t leave her with much of one when we fled from her murder scene. I do remember the car trip though; I sat in the…

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    Who Am I?

    I’m a walking nightmare, my hands around my own throat, can’t shake awake! I’m dying to write dynamic dynamite; writing is my form of dialysis, I need all the badness out. A mental state of emergence has now been issued to you, personally. This is no jocularity; I mean this all the way down to…

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    The Immortal Memoirs – Chapter 1

    The Immortal Memoirs Chapter 1 So once again, I stand on my castle tower staring at my kingdom, the sun has just set and a glow from the horizon still sits waiting to sleep, my only friend and greatest foe. The wind catches my cape and begins to make it almost alive in movement. The…

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    The Immortal Memoirs – Preface

    The Diary Of An Immortal – Preface She raises questions for the dead, giving them the chance for answers when time wipes the memories away. Chelsea hammers down the light swamped corridor, possible invigorating answers show in her focused eyes as everyone not part of her promise parts to let her past. Her dark blue…

  • I Am The Broken One

    I’m the type of kid who doesn’t belong here; I stick out like a sore thumb. They tried to fix me, didn’t work; now they are biting nails around me waiting to see how much I can stamp on these pages before I snap off for good. How much is enough to call enough is…

  • I Can’t Stop Writing

    I’m beautifully damaged and camouflaged behind the words I write down, a hunter ready to strike for your eyes, voice and heart. A personal quiet riot! A waft from the page, can you smell that? That’s not my body odour; it would be my soul I just sold, on fire! I’m tortured in life; my…

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    Crash Into Me – Short Fiction Story

    For My True Love… There was an accident; I just got the phone call. I run and I run and run past my lungs threshold, she is all I care about. Bypassing people’s thoughts as I sprint to her in the middle of the road, stopping traffic in its footsteps. The rain is against me,…

  • The Fall Into Love – Short Love Story

    Falling In Love I have finally fell in love and it is about to destroy me on this skyscrapers rooftop. “Please, get back from the edge!” I shout at her unlistening ears. She has her arms open wide, ready to be caught by deaths grip and be auctioned off to the night at half price…

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    Just Killed a Man – Fiction Story

    I Just Killed a Man What have I done? I am beautifully crafted with a handful of red, heavily I am bound to this tool until my fingers lose grip. I want to go to that place, the one that calms me, no more shakes. It is a kind of hunger; I have starved myself for…

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