Prose

Worlds Apart, by W. Alexander

A Short Story “…I don’t consider your happiness when I call. You are needed, and you are able, therefore you must go.”

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The Day god Died: Chapters I & II

“…I hated him and his kind. I hated his affluence, his expensive clothes, his chiseled looks, and the arrogance he was born too. But most of all, I hated the power he held over me, his assumption of authority, and the truth of his superiority.”

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My Writing: A Historical Fiction Sample

“You won’t need the Gods or anyone else once we’re done. You will have servants to wait on your wives, horses for your sons, and hunger only a bad dream.”

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