Alexandria Stanwyck

Joined October 2021

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My inner child screams joyfully as I fall back in love with writing.

I am on social media! (Discord, Facebook, and Instagram.)

instead of therapy: poetry and lyrics about struggling and healing is available on Amazon.

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Have You Watched This?
So I don’t usually write stuff like this, reviews, and such. But I felt that this episode was worth talking about. ***
By Alexandria Stanwyck3 years ago in Geeks
Out of Time
Mission Location: Nuremburg Year: 1943 Mission: Ensure that the following citizens are evacuated Mission Parameters: Make sure uniforms, weaponry, and speech meet the standards of the time period. Do NOT give yourselves away.
By Alexandria Stanwyck3 years ago in Fiction
i am healing
I don't cry in public; I barely get to the point where sadness chokes me and steals the breath from my lungs. I don't tell people everything about me; I like having parts of me hidden away behind brick walls and barbed wire.
By Alexandria Stanwyck3 years ago in Poets
give yourself time
They say time heals all, so why do I still have scars from things that happened before? Is it because I haven't let enough time pass
By Alexandria Stanwyck3 years ago in Poets
The Legend of Death Alley
If walls could talk, would people listen? As pessimistic as it sounds, no, I don't think they would. They don't listen to the legends of this place, Death Alley, from their kind, so why would they listen to me? Maybe I wouldn't be so callous and caked with flesh and blood if they did.
By Alexandria Stanwyck3 years ago in Fiction
The Island Guide
Jacob Gordon I have stared death in the eye so many times I would almost consider us friends. My life is defined by it, whether it is as a B.A.U. Agent or as a deft island guide. Because of it, my friends consider me the most hardened man they know. I am the man who handles it all. But even a man like me has his limits.
By Alexandria Stanwyck3 years ago in Fiction
the truth
our mouths spew forth versions that taste, oh, so sweet far too often, it dulls the bitterness left behind we string together melodies
By Alexandria Stanwyck3 years ago in Poets
Labyrinth
“Here, from her ashes you lay. A broken girl so lost in despondency that you know that even if she does find her way out of this labyrinth in hell, that she will never see, feel, taste, or touch life the same again.” - Amanda Steel, The Cliff.
By Alexandria Stanwyck3 years ago in Fiction
Sky's Ballet
pirouetting and taking fallen leaves along in the sky's ballet
By Alexandria Stanwyck3 years ago in Poets
Wildfire
horror as it burns but awe comes when I see the beauty that follows
By Alexandria Stanwyck3 years ago in Poets
How Similar Nature and Humans Are
a double-edged sword destruction and life they bring like we do to them
By Alexandria Stanwyck3 years ago in Poets
January 1, 2023
What to say about 2022? Of course, I am only speaking for myself here, but I had a great year. Although I have been sick for the last two weeks, I shouldn't let something like not-COVID overshadow my whole year. (Long story short, I had similar symptoms but kept getting negative test results.) 2022 was the year I found joy in writing (and reading) again, and I will be forever thankful to my family, friends, and Vocal+ for that.
By Alexandria Stanwyck3 years ago in Journal