Alecia Harriott
Bio
I am excited to share my passion for history, storytelling and poetry with readers around the globe and look forward to continuing my journey as a writer, one word at a time.
Stories (40/0)
When the heart stops beating
In the heart of a bustling city, where skyscrapers meet the light blue sky and the streets are full of life, there lived a man named Danny. He was a alone attended figure lost in the sea of faces that flooded the sidewalks each day. His days were spent in a monotonous routine as he drift from one moment to the next without purpose without passion. It is said the eyes are the windows to the soul. His eyes scream loneliness out so loud.
By Alecia Harriott4 days ago in Art
This is my confession
In the dimly lit confession room, Megan sat with a heavy heart racing a hundred miles per hour with secrets she could no longer bear. It was just too much burden to carry for such a youngster. The wooden partition seemed to close in on her as if suffocating her with its silent judgment. She took a deep breath as if steeling herself to finally unburden her soul.
By Alecia Harriott5 days ago in Confessions