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Category: Original Fiction
East Berlin – Another Writing Prompt
Posted on January 10, 2020 by Alex V. Weir
Nothing. Nothing at all. It was reassuring. Viktor stepped away from the window breathing a sigh of relief. Max clacked in from the kitchen. The corgi stood in the middle of the floor gazing lopsidedly at his owner. It was so good that he…
Category: Alex Weir, Original Fiction, Stories, The Fractal Journal, UncategorizedTags: Dystopia, Suspense, Writing Prompts
Ajar – Free Writing Prompt/Idea
Posted on January 7, 2020 by Alex V. Weir
Rain pattered hynotically against the windsheild. Making it damned difficult to keep my eyes open. Somewhere a million miles away a voice informed me that the door was ajar. I hate getting out of bed. But she’d turned the shower on and now I…
Category: Alex Weir, Original Fiction, Stories, The Fractal Journal, UncategorizedTags: Ideas, Scenes, Writing Prompts
Jack was always last…
Posted on December 28, 2019 by Alex V. Weir
“There’s nothing out there,” I said stepping across decript floorboards. They creaked in protest. “Ok,” I responded. “I guess there’s some wheat in the field. Though it’s wilted.” The wind shuffled the flies on the brick windowsill. “What? You thought they were paper airplanes?”…
Category: Alex Weir, Original Fiction, Stories, The Fractal Journal, Uncategorized, Weird FictionTags: atmosphere, Fatalism, Finality, Musings
The Cottage – Chapter Thirty One – (Short Story)
Posted on December 24, 2019 by Alex V. Weir
There amongst the stones he lay again. And again he had no thought. And again he found it good. But now there was no fear. There was no apprehension. For he had reckoned the symmetries. The propitiations had been made. The ginseng laid. The…
The Duchess of York (Very Short Story)
Posted on December 2, 2019 by Alex V. Weir
The hill held many things. First there was the soil, then there was the grass, and the grass and the soil was broken in places by a profusion of roots. Roots that led to trees. Beneath one such tree, an oak to be precise,…
Category: Alex Weir, Humor, Original Fiction, Stories, The Fractal Journal, UncategorizedTags: Goofs
Amthlynam (Short Story)
Posted on November 13, 2019 by Alex V. Weir
Notre Dame, Big Ben, the Sistene chapel. These are known marvels. But what of those that crumbled into dust? Centuries of soil at times wild with trees at times green with pasture shroud their memory. Alternating patchworks of increase and decline are the lily’s…
Category: Alex Weir, Original Fiction, Stories, The Fractal Journal, Uncategorized, Weird FictionTags: atmosphere, Short Stories
The Cottage – Chapter Thirty – (Short Story)
Posted on September 30, 2019 by Alex V. Weir
The cottage seemed even emptier than before. Luckadoo’s party had pressing matters across the pond. They did not tarry long. It was annoying. Everything was always open ended. Just left there laying vague and cryptic. It felt like trying to get a direct answer…
Category: Alex Weir, Original Fiction, Original Fiction Series, Stories, The Fractal Journal, Uncategorized, Weird FictionTags: Adventure, atmosphere, Kentucky
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