Alyxandra Sarik

"You did what!" Brandon, my twelve-year old brother shouted. "Well, I didn't exactly say no, I just gave them the impression that I didn't really need it." "You are so crazy," he murmured, shaking his head in dismay, or more like devastation.  In his brain, I was probably the most stupidest, block-headed creature alive.  No one could compare. Yep, but it wasn't my fault that I lived in like total isolation, not much friends, home-schooled, and was controlled by the most controlling parents alive in the universe.  Never mind that I lived in a big city, with the downtown skyscrapers as my backyard view; I was just as better off as a cave man on a secluded, tiny island.  And I still had yet to figure out how my little brother seemed to live off the chain more than I could. It all started when I decided to let my tongue loose out of the blue moon.  I told Brandon how grandpa and dad had both offered to buy me one of those new Ipad things fo...

                                                                        I stumble through darkness, All I can see is black.  Obsidian smothers my sight's lack. My abode remains dim. Light - A distant memory to win. But it still hovers here, A beckon to draw my sight near. Nevertheless, fear holds captive my gaze - The knowledge of blindness to truth's blaze. It is more than I can bear. I don't think I can face my fear.

Saint's Quest is the novel that I am currently working on right now.  It is basically my retelling of Pilgrim's Progress.  This an excerpt from Chapter three. III T he next morning…     M orning sunlight streamed into Christian’s bedchamber, cascading into his blurred vision.  He blinked his eyes open slowly, attempting to adjust his sight to the warm, golden sunrays.  The high ceiling came into view, and the scent of lavender and morning mist enraptured his senses.  The scent of home.       Home.  The word held a warming sensation coursing through him, which he hadn’t felt for a long time.      Shifting onto his right side, Christian turned to his Kristine, who was still peacefully enclosed in slumber.  Her hair gently surrounded her face, and her lips were softly pursed.  Christian tenderly caressed her cheek, moving some strands of hair away from her features.  ...

Truth #1:  The wages of sin is death Truth #2:  I will kill anyone who violates rule #1 Truth #3:  The only way to win is to die Sometimes, the truth will scare you ... to death. W ARNING Think carefully before you enter the Game. Once gone, there is no coming back. . . . A ND E SCAPE IS N OT AN O PTION.  N EGATIV E You may call me Aaron White, but I prefer to be X .  I call me self Aaron because it’s a male and females’ name.  And I am neither.  I am nothing.  Or maybe not.  Wanna know why? Cuz I’m a figment of me own imagination, So that makes me X.   Who am I? I’m a gamer. And I welcome the brave to play my Game.  To enter my enigmatic world.  The place of the Unknown. Why? Cuz folks fear the Unknown, things they understand not. Do you like to face your fear? T HEN WELCOME . . .              ...

. Within the desert valley of the Nile, laid the large, sun-baked city of Cairo.  As it stood in the shade less desert valley, Cairo barely endured the scorching heat blazing from the high noon sun.  It was one of the hottest days of the year so far, 120 degrees Fahrenheit.      A dusty dirt road wound through the east side of the city, in the slums of the Manshiyat naser, which was covered with sandy rocks.  The rocks seemed to be melting into powder from the sun’s heated radiation.      A pair of dark, leathery feet only covered with flimsy sandals, briskly strode across the yellowish colored road, winding his way through the busy, overstuffed crowd.  Invisible.  The road felt like hot coals against his feet more as the time walked by.      Eli’s long, white hair and beard blew in the desert breeze, his gentle hazel eyes were intense and fervently examining the Egyptian environmen...

I n the real heart of the matter, there is only one truth that still stands. It is the truth that only ever existed in the entire universe. The truth that took the form of a Man . . . A Man who lives the life of full meaning . . . Of Life, Redemption, Love, and Freedom. Where Life and Death have new meanings . . . And hope is found in their last Heartbeat.      Two candles flickered vibrantly upon the outside patio table.  A lone man gravely sat there.  Silent.  He beheld the silver full moon shining in the twilight for many long moments, his breathing thick and heavy.  A cold wind swiftly blew past him, ruffling the thick pages of a well worn journal.  He put his hand against the pages of the ancient book, his fingers coming across the rubied seal in dread.  One would barely notice the tiny lettering, but the seal bore his exact name, signifying his membership in the Elite Warlocks.  He would regret the day of...