10/02/2020 06:24 PM  Halloween Challenge:Character Fear HALLOWEEN CHALLENGE: DAY ONE - The first time your character remembers feeling fear.  Standing in front of a mirror wasn't something she did often, vanity had never been her thing. However this evening the mirror was her guide as she tended the wounds she'd received only an hour earlier. Hissing softly, Alexa pulled the last stitch that would close the wound on her left arm just below her shoulder. The huntress set the thread and scissors aside so she could clean the wound once more before moving onto wrapping a bandage around her midsection. It was entirely possible there was at least one fractured rib, but if she had decided to let a hospital tend her wounds, there would far too many questions asked and she was too tired to come up with the quick lies that would be needed. Pulling the bandage nice and tight, she secured it in place and leaned over slightly to place her hands on the counter and bow her head.  Tired didn't even begin to scratch the surface of what she was feeling, utter exhaustion was a better description, as she hadn't properly slept in at least three nights. It had been one demon after another coming out of the woodwork. And it wasn't just the demons because she could handle them easily enough, she'd been training since she was eight years old to do that. It was the mental exhaustion as well, the physical toll on her body, sleep deprivation, and one seedy motel after another to keep moving. Alexa had plenty of money to stay in places with better accomodations, but for the same reason she avoided hospitals, she stuck crappy little hole in the wall hotels. They asked no questions.  Standing to her full height once more, the mirror forced her to truly look at her reflection and she couldn't quite be sure she liked what she saw. The woman before her, if she was going to be honest with herself, was battered and broken. A woman who'd seen far too many horrendous things and done countless horrendous in her short lifetime. A woman who spent more than enough time remaining cold and unattached from any human contact. Being a hunter, spelled a death sentence for anyone she got close to and she couldn't have that on her head. Forcing herself to look away, she finished cleaning various scratches and other smaller cuts before gingerly pulling on an oversized night shirt.  Alexa always got to far into her head when she was sleep deprived, but tonight as she took a look about the small room, one cruel realization took a foothold. She was scared to death to die alone, to never let down her walls to someone who could understand and appreciate her as she was, to never fall in love, or never have a ride or die friend that she could trust to always have her back. The huntress wanted the one thing she could never have and for a brief moment it sucked all of the air out of the room.  And then she let it go, fear was an emotion and emotions got you hurt or killed in her world. Taking a small breath, she climbed into the bed and got as comfortable as she possibly could, closed her eyes, and willed all her thoughts to shut done. Fear wasn't a weakness she could afford. 0 Comments

07/24/2018 02:30 PM  Alexa Simone Moore A storm is coming. And the words, The words stand like acid on the tip of my tongue. The harsh drops waiting to dissolve whatever they come into contact with. And the heart, The heart wars with itself. Not quite split in half. It knows the acid rain would remove the stains And allow the sun completely in. But it also knows compassion and that is the battle That is being won. For now.. Journal entry #27 (post vengeance) "I'm honestly not sure what I was expecting to happen once I avenged my parents death. Like some miracle, all the dark clouds would lift, there would be no more storms, the skies would always be sunny and filled with freaking rainbows. Not that I am a sunshine and rainbow kind of chick. I am more of a doom and gloom kind of girl, because that is all I have known. Maybe, some extremely unrealistic  part of me thought I could retire from the hunter life. A word to the wise, should you ever come across these words, years from now when I am long gone..you may want to leave the life behind but it will not, I repeat, it WILL NOT leave you behind. This is one of those things where you are in it for life and you have no choice. Either keep fighting the good fight or lie down your arms and die. I could say my mistake was taking out a fairly powerful demon, one in line for Lucifer's job, but sorry is not something you will get from my lips. I did what I did and I would do it a thousand times over to the monster who killed my parents and took them from me.  I have been living this life, without looking back, since the age of ten and I have always found purpose and meaning to continue down this thankless path. Now that the purpose has been sought out and executed, continuing to hunt and kill has lost some meaning. That mere thought saddens my heart because my parents always had the purest of reasons for continuing the family business. I am sure they are looking down on me with disappointment. Sure, I am ridding the world of one less creature and saving one or two lives, maybe more. And, here, I pause for a moment or two because I don't want the world to think I take saving lives lightly, but to what end. The next big bad or the next threat of an apocolypse is just around the corner threatening all of our existences. There is no rest for the wicked, which now includes myself with the price on my head. Alexa, the demon killer, must be caught and dealt with. For the first time in a long time, I want what others have. You know..normal people. I want to meet someone who doesn't have ulterior motives like trying to kill me for some god forsaken notoriety. I want to date, take walks on the beach, kiss in the rain..I want to experience the kind of kiss where your lips barely touch for what seems like an eternity as you anticipate what's to come. Not, to always bed down with lust and abandon because every moment might be your last. A confidant to whom I can impart all the inner workings of who I am with no shame.  I can admit these things to myself, here, but I would not dare admit them to anyone else. Emotion, wanting, dreams are all weaknesses. Never let them see any weakness." Alexa Simone Moore was born into the hunter life and it could be said that as soon as she learned to walk, she began training. Her lineage shows hunters, on both sides, as far back as anyone has been able to trace, thus sealing her fate in life. From the her very first memories there was a dagger in her hand and a heart that beat to gain every bit of knowledge that her parents could impart. Unlike many hunters Alexa would encounter in her life time, Alexa's parents did not do it out of a sense of vengeance or anger. They did it to save people, to carry on their family "business" and they instilled that pride in their daughter, until the tender age of ten. When her sense of purpose would go from one of pride in her heritage, to one of vegeance. Cowering in a pitch black closet where her mother forced her to seek safety, Alexa did not dare move from her spot until the sounds of her own breathing was all she heard for nearly an hour. The carnage left behind, the smell of blood and death, and her parents lifeless bodies would haunt her dreams for the rest of her life and fuel the need to seek out those responsible. Even if it took her to her last dying breath. From the age of ten forward, she was shifted from hunter to hunter until the age of eighteen, learning everything she could from each and everyone she spent time with. This helped her to build her arsenal of fighting techniques, weaponry, and served to make her one of the best hunters out there.  Sixteen years after her parents death, the young huntress now stood on what felt like a cliff's edge. Everything she'd spent fighting for the last sixteen had now been fulfilled. But even fulfilling her destiny left her in a place she'd never imagined. Now hunted herself, with a bounty on her head in the underworld, she'd imagined a break in her crazy life. The chance to find some moments of peace and normalcy. Life and fate had simply thrown her another curve ball.    0 Comments

12/15/2017 02:35 PM  When Life Hands You Lemons Current mood:  hopeful I figured this was the easiest way to reach all of my writing partners and explain why I have been pretty absent as of late. Not only am I working two jobs, which at this time of the year is crazy in itself, but I was dealing with a small personal illness as well as helping take care of my grandfather. For those of you just getting to know me, this man is my rock and has always been there for me and continues to do so in the best capacity that he can. So now, I do the best I can to help him in return. Most importantly, I am dealing with a family issue of sexual abuse that has just been made known by someone near and dear to me. Not only does this trigger what I went through when I was younger, I also need to be with her through each step she takes. As of now she has decided to pursue things legally. The reason I am speaking candidly about this, without giving too much detail, is because those who have been affected by this need to know there are others out there. Others they can speak to and understand all the emotions you go through. Because you are not alone! My heart is burdened and hurts as this family member goes through this.. I have not forgotten any of you and have a list of those I owe..I can only thank you for being patient and to please bare with me. I'm about to throw some vodka in and make one helluva drink.. 0 Comments

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