Alyssa Musso
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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.
Instagram: @alyssa.n.mussowrites
My website! https://www.alyssamusso.com/
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Sincere Gratitude. Top Story - December 2024.
Over the past couple of weeks, I've seen so many amazing dedications thanking the Vocal community for their continued support. I'm usually not one to jump on a bandwagon, but after a (completely unexpected) successful week on Vocal and being the week of Thanksgiving here in the U.S., I wanted to take some time to say thank you.
By Alyssa Mussoabout a year ago in Writers
A Letter Sent Above
To my unofficial mother-in-law, I say "unofficial" since we are not legally bound, but we don't need the law to bind us. Time and love have done that. You'd like to call me your future daughter-in-law, though your son and I have never been, and likely never will be, engaged to be married. It was a choice he and I made, but you still treated me as your own daughter for over a decade. I was the "baby girl."
By Alyssa Mussoabout a year ago in Humans
The Nymphs of Alpheia
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. Nora witnessed it herself. Hushed voices and frantic footsteps roused her from her sleep in the early morning hours of that day. The glow of candlelight danced along the bottom edge of her bedroom door. Nora's heart leaped and lodged itself into her throat. Sharp whispers poked holes in Nora's resolve as she jumped from her bed and swung open the door. The unruly curls of her ginger brown hair bounced against her warm cheeks. The Queen's lady and the late King's advisor turned at Nora's unexpected appearance.
By Alyssa Mussoabout a year ago in Fiction
How Time Blurs
Time blurs as the days bleed together. Each day is a continuation, a reliving of the previous day. Not much changes when you are stuck in a perpetual state of waiting. The gold lettering stitched into the navy carpet lining the floor of the elevator reminds you it is Sunday; the second Sunday in this elevator. Such simple things are often forgotten in a twilight space. Somehow, you move forward as an unknown force shepherds you along the path with an undesirable destination.
By Alyssa Mussoabout a year ago in Families
Sleepwalk
The brakes of the Subaru shrieked as Will crept to a stop and threw the transmission into park. Emma didn't know where they were. Will had instructed her to keep her eyes closed. The giddy smile on Will's face when they left their apartment had her nerves frayed. Will loved surprises, but anything unexpected pulled at the perpetual knot tangled in Emma's stomach.
By Alyssa Mussoabout a year ago in Horror
Second Moon
Pulled into orbit, A temporary hostage, Until relinquished.
By Alyssa Mussoabout a year ago in Poets
