Alexandria Hypatia
Bio
A philosopher and Libra to the fullest. I have always enjoyed writing as well as reading. My hope is that someday, at least one of my written thoughts will resonate and spark discussions of acceptance and forgiveness for humanity.
Stories (20)
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The Star That Followed Her Home
Asteria noticed the star on Thursday. It hovered just above the horizon when she left school, brighter than the others, pulsing faintly like a heartbeat. At first, she thought it was a drone or maybe a weather balloon catching the sunset, but it moved when she moved—sliding along the sky as if tethered to her shoulder.
By Alexandria Hypatia7 days ago in Fiction
Why Flying 16+ Hours With Your Cat Isn’t Safe — Even When Airlines Say It Is
Most airlines will tell you that flying with your cat is “perfectly fine.” They’ll tell you pets fly all the time. They’ll tell you it’s safe, routine, and nothing to worry about.
By Alexandria Hypatiaabout a month ago in Petlife
Why Recording Your Child’s Snoring Might Save Their Life
When Snoring Isn’t “Just Snoring”: A Grandmother’s Wake‑Up Call About Children’s Sleep and Breathing Most people think of snoring as an adult problem—something that happens to tired parents or aging friends who refuse to wear their CPAP machines. But I learned the hard way that snoring in children can be a warning sign we cannot afford to ignore.
By Alexandria Hypatiaabout a month ago in Families
When the Vines Burn Red In Winter
The vines blush rust beneath a silver hush, amber veins curling toward sleep. Leaves loosen their grip with a sigh, drifting like forgotten promises onto dampened soil, where the scent of earth rises— wet bark, crushed grape, a whisper of rain not yet fallen.
By Alexandria Hypatia3 months ago in Poets
Norma Bates Isn't so Normal
I. The Silence and the Echo Man, being fifteen here? The silence is way worse than any shouting. That’s where the real fear hangs out. It’s my mom just sitting still, staring at the dusty window like I don't exist. Her depression's like this thick, soundless fog that sucks up all the oxygen and all my desperate efforts to get her attention. To be seen. To be loved.
By Alexandria Hypatia4 months ago in Fiction
