Posted on December 3, 2018 by Alex V. Weir
Permit me to indulge in exercise. I am coming to work on my main projects in a graduated fashion. I’ve always had to do a sort of calculus…where I approach the zero of the actual work. To zero in on the actual work I…
Category: Alex Weir, The Fractal Journal, UncategorizedTags: atmosphere, Dreams, Spooky, True Stories
Posted on June 2, 2018 by Alex V. Weir
Due to my schedule I have to write things in sections to keep a steady output. I know that some people prefer reading a story in full on one page. So I’ve made that possible. Click on my patrydork link to read my recent…
Category: UncategorizedTags: Adventure, atmosphere, Fiction, Short Stories, Spooky
Posted on June 2, 2018 by Alex V. Weir
‘Not good.’ What was I going to do? These folks were bold. They’d hopped the wall. An action which in light of their recent conversation lent a truly sinister impression. The good thing was they weren’t walking up the length of the wall. If…
Category: UncategorizedTags: atmosphere, Fiction, Short Stories, Spooky
Posted on May 31, 2018 by Alex V. Weir
“Isn’t a bit early for that…” I grumbled aloud at the strong cigarette odor that had roused me from the haze of sleep. It was then that I realized the bed I occupied wasn’t a fold-out couch in a grungy little…
Category: UncategorizedTags: atmosphere, Fiction, Short Stories, Spooky
Posted on May 29, 2018 by Alex V. Weir
I suppose that given my choice of title you are going to assume that this’ll be some sort of symbol-laden existential pontification. Hate to disappoint but today’s story is short on that sort of trendy ennui. The wall is not some hardly clever Floydian…
Category: UncategorizedTags: atmosphere, Fiction, Nature, Short Stories, Southern, Spooky
Posted on May 19, 2018 by Alex V. Weir
It was a humid evening amid the pines. What’s worse, the approaching night carried fog in its wake. Certainly, a wake would soon be needed. We were in the tall grass. Cradling the cruel black adonized purpose of our automatic rifles as if they…
Category: UncategorizedTags: Fiction, Short Story, Spooky, Weird Fiction
Posted on February 3, 2018 by Alex V. Weir
There’s a wee spider beneath my keyboard… so I’m… Hanging With Cecilia… Lady Cecilia Meenor Spider spun her silken web Lady Cecilia Meenor Spider controlled the flow and ebb Of the weird ocean known as time Even though lady Cecilia Meenor Spider was no…
Category: UncategorizedTags: atmosphere, Fun, Goofs, Impromptu, Music, Piano, poems, Spooky, Vlogs
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