Alaska : Writing

Bleeding Out

Bleeding Out

A Story by Alaska


The bath salts caused the fresh engravings on her wrist to start burning again, like how embers in a log continue to smolder after the fire has been e..
Under The Influence (poem)

Under The Influence (poem)

A Poem by Alaska


A glass of wine could clear my mind,but a bottle could make me forget completely.Let’s toast tonight,to a better life,one where you’re sti..
Beneath the Gavel (poem)

Beneath the Gavel (poem)

A Poem by Alaska


A single layer of skin, so easily slit,and in these treacherous hands, I held your sin.When you said that you were giving me your love, I was stupid e..
The Nostrums For Love

The Nostrums For Love

A Book by Alaska


When teenagers begin to disappear in her town, Riley suspects the most recent occupants, the Kline brothers. As more to the story starts to unfold, sh..
DISCLAIMER!

DISCLAIMER!

A Chapter by Alaska


To avoid confusion, I want to let everyone know that The Nostrums For Love isn't my top priority right now. Though I love writing the story, I'm worki..
Restless (lyrics)

Restless (lyrics)

A Poem by Alaska


Tonight I lay my weary head to rest,six feet under in my Sunday’s best.I can still sense you here;fresh dirt and daisies in the air,another drea..
CHAPTER ONE: BAD APPLES

CHAPTER ONE: BAD APPLES

A Chapter by Alaska


Harold Wyatt drummed his thick fingers impatiently on the top of his mahogany desk, eyeing me with mild intolerance. “Another facial piercing, M..
I'm Not Who You Thought I Was (lyrics)

I'm Not Who You Thought I Was (lyrics)

A Poem by Alaska


I’ll never tell you how much I cried that night, or how far I walked until my legs buckled and collapsed.In the middle of the street I had falle..
CHAPTER THREE: SEEING RED

CHAPTER THREE: SEEING RED

A Chapter by Alaska


Blue and red lights alternated through the large tinted windows of Baxter’s Diner. They reflected off of the many children’s minor league ..
I Wish (lyrics)

I Wish (lyrics)

A Poem by Alaska


I wish that I couldn’t remember the feel of your hands;the pressure of ten skeletal digits interlocked with mine.Time was supposed to heal these..

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