Alyssa Musso

Joined January 2022

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A scientist by trade, but a creative at heart. One novel in progress with too many other ideas taking up space in my head. Some of those ideas end up here.

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In the Woods Somewhere
A menace lurks in the shadows, slinking between the trunks of the snow-covered evergreens guarding the dense forest and what exists within its realm. The menace flicks its tail, a fluff of orange and black against the puffs of white.
By Alyssa Musso2 years ago in Fiction
Darkwood Manor. Top Story - January 2024.
Author's Note: This story was originally written and submitted for the NYC Midnight Short Story Challenge 2024. The genre/subject/character assignments were horror/a reservation/a banker.
By Alyssa Musso2 years ago in Horror
Fields of Gold
The windshield wipers groan across the glass. The rain has stopped for now, but a heavy mist remains. As always the case along the Irish coast, she thinks.
By Alyssa Musso2 years ago in Fiction
Torn Pages
The words of my first story are forever lost in a landfill somewhere on Long Island. Maybe they still exist, if they haven't already been burned to ashes layered into the quickly forgotten history of mundane life. The pages disintegrated, piled on top of each other, just discarded trivial pieces of everyday life from more than twenty years ago.
By Alyssa Musso2 years ago in Writers
The Apothecary's Apprentice. Runner-Up in Past Life Challenge.
London, 1640 To heal or to harm, to serve or to steal. To cure or to kill, to be revered or to be feared. Only a fine line separates a mender from a murderer.
By Alyssa Musso3 years ago in History
Frisbee Folly
Back and forth. Back and forth. The yellow disc soared, wobbling across the sky, taunting me as I sat patiently next to the park bench. Josh's mumbling filled my ears, but my focus remained on the yellow disc. Every time the disc flew above the grass, I received a pleasant whiff of excitement. I held my nose high in the air, catching all of the scents as they drifted by.
By Alyssa Musso3 years ago in Fiction
Fatal Distraction
Driving, foot pressed hard against the pedal. Impatient, never moving fast enough. Strong vibrations, a screen illuminates the dashboard.
By Alyssa Musso3 years ago in Poets
Stethos
“Will you hurry up already?” Jay hisses, bouncing back and forth on his feet as if his shoes were made of springs. His face twitches as he pulls at the sleeves of his torn black sweatshirt.
By Alyssa Musso3 years ago in Fiction
Bittersweet Symphony
If you were to ask me when music became an essential part of my life, I don't think I would be able to pinpoint the exact moment. Music has always been a part of me, entwined in the strands of my DNA like symphonies wrapped in a double helix, notes encoded in my biochemistry.
By Alyssa Musso3 years ago in Beat
Taken
The steady rumble of an engine eased her awake, but the harsh vibrations of her body against an unforgiving surface jolted her back to reality. Anna’s eyes shot open to darkness. Panic spread through her veins like wildfire. Anna struggled to move, her limbs burning. A quick jerk forced her head against the floor, knocking a memory loose. An image of a man standing in the dim lighting of the parking garage flashed before her. Anna didn’t recognize the man. He was wearing a black ski mask, but his icy blue eyes pierced through her, even now in her mind.
By Alyssa Musso3 years ago in Fiction
Floating
I am floating. I am floating, but not on the surface. I am floating, weightlessly suspended in the depths of the frigid ocean. The darkness surrounds me, envelops my soul. It is where I will be kept for eternity. Entombed forever in the waters of this beautiful earth. Rays of light from the heavens above shimmer around me. Wisps of my hair flow effortlessly in the current.
By Alyssa Musso3 years ago in Fiction
Confession
I stared at her through the glass, pleading with my eyes but she looked at me as if I were a stranger. Like she had never touched me. Like she had never loved me.
By Alyssa Musso3 years ago in Fiction