Alex Alaimo

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2023

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Mythos” by Alex Alaimo

Submitted to Contest #244

Miriam was eleven when they pulled her mother’s body from the Wismar Reserve. It was six in the morning and the maids at the Estate had forgotten to take the newspaper from the kitchen table where a photo of a water-logged body was printed on the front page. Orphans, Miriam realized. That’s what she and her twin siblings were now. Tears welled in Miriam’s dark eyes, and she stepped away from the kitchen table where the newspaper laid out the devasting truth about her mother’s disappearance. Miriam’s mother, Selena Adamos, had van...

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“Where We Bury Our Secrets” by Alex Alaimo

Submitted to Contest #200

With every step across the grassy courtyard, the book burned a hole in the crossbody bag Dorothea carried with her. She hoped Cecilia would only notice the missing book after Dorothea had made it to the Thelapus. She shuddered as she remembered how dark Cecilia’s eyes had become when she first showed Dorothea what Cecilia referred to as “the key to Divina Potentia.” This was the exact thing every girl at Saint Catherine’s School for the Artistically Inclined strived for. The only problem was that Dorothea could not read whatever language the...

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“The Saints of Electra” by Alex Alaimo

Submitted to Contest #199

Spit dribbled down Dorothea's chin as her stomach lurched again. Lila tightened her grip on Dorothea's brown hair as Dorothea's body flew forward, continuing to vomit into the off-white ceramic toilet bowl. Dorothea's skull pounded along to the music that pumped through every open crease and crack in the dingy bathroom. The fluorescent green light coming from above washed over everything, making Dorothea's hazy mind feel even more disoriented. She sat up, resting back on her heels. In her rush to the bathroom to prevent puking on the floor, ...

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“The Antichrist and All Her Friends” by Alex Alaimo

Submitted to Contest #197

Dorothea's right hand still twitched and shook at her side long after the sedatives had taken effect in her bloodstream. The blue pendant had burned into the skin of her palm. The small muscles in her hands cramped, having lost feeling in her fingers hours prior. She feared that if she loosened her grip, she might lose her only chance of seeing tomorrow. The gravity of the realization weighed upon her chest, giving her a comparison to what it might feel like to be crushed und...

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Author bio

Lover of all things odd and eccentric. Debut Novel: The Saint Catherine's Martyrs