A. Cooper
Alayna Cooper
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Hello!
My name is Alayna Cooper
I've been a writer for as long as I can remember. My work primarily consists of fiction and poetry, including fantasy, horror, and thriller. I got my start in self-publishing in 2017, as I was attending high school. Ever since then, I have been eagerly putting out novels as fast as I can- and although entering a stage of adulthood has inevitably slowed me down, I can promise I will never stop writing. Keep a look out for cool projects as I release them!
I hope you enjoy my work, and thank you so much for your support!
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My Books
A Trippy, Self-Searching Adventure
Margo Brisk is not a normal girl, no matter how much she wishes she was. Being able to see ghosts isn't exaclty normal. Bitten by a magical rabbit and stuck a decade after a slight collapse in society, Margo finds herself with psychic powers- and a mysterious cult tracking her down.
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A Short Horror Novel
Leon Tucker was fired from his job, and kicked out of the house by his ill father. By chance, he's the only one around when a little girl on the night bus is attacked by a mysterious hooded figure- when his fangs sink into the girl's throat. Leon is left with a fledgling vampire in his hands, and an important decision to make.
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Poetry, Short Stories, Disturbing Themes
This is a collection of poetry and short stories discussing death, life, dreams and nightmares. Jump into a strange and terrifying world, where the dead sing and animals speak, and try to gain meaning from the meaningless.
(I intend to re-edit this, so please wait for a new edition!)
Fantasy, Action, Mystery
Caston Creek is no ordinary town. Under lockdown by the government for over twenty years, it's basically been wiped from the map. A group in town is starting to revolt. Two agents sneak in to stop them. A doctor is trying to hide her past. Will any of them be able to get out?
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Poetry, Short Surrealism
Beatrice Luring wakes up in a strange office, her son by her side, with no memory of how she got there. Things are not as they should be, and no one is around to help. Follow her as she slowly, and despairingly, begins to recollect the pieces.
The Enmity Trilogy
A band of strangers-turned-friends join forces to save the world.
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Please note that this trilogy was written over the span of 7 years, beginning when I was 12 years old. While an excellent example of my progress and improvement, it does not reflect my current quality.
(this trilogy is currently being re-written!)
Excerpts
Sneak-Peaks into my Novels!
" Beyond that gate, beyond the dirt road and wretched forest, all he could see was white. A bright, warm white that drifted into an earth. No evil, in this place past his imagination. He wondered what it was like out there."
- The Barbershop Quartet that Sings at Midnight, pg.190
She takes my head in her hands, removes it from my shoulders lovingly, and her eyes are teal mist and her wings are that of a sparrow. Free, free, free, she chants, her citrus tongue lapping out like a snake. Free, free, free.
And the arms on my body wave around in joy, for I have had nothing to give her, my wallet was empty. My wallet, in my jeans, on my body that dances without me.
I crack a smile, like a broken egg, sure that what is happening is good, sure that it is right. There is a galaxy in her mouth and she uses it to kiss my forehead, crack my skull. Blood pours out but it is not blood it is thick and gelatinous and the hue of a grapefruit; my skull is not bone but shell; and from my brain pops a tiny baby sparrow.
Free, she chants, as my body claps and dances.
Free, free, free.
- Even My Bones
"It was burning the air. Set ablaze. Scorching. He could smell it, but he didn't look back. His lungs were about to burst, thighs aching from the strain, gold-rimmed glasses shining brilliantly in the light. Melting. And then there was nothing at all."
- Caston Creek
"The tree line, and the brilliant orange light past it, casting red shadows across the plains. There seemed to be nothing beyond it. The shadows stretched and stretched, reaching towards their little car like grasping claws, whispers of ghosts."
- All Hail Sparrow
"Even when I close them, my eyes are still there. Still looking, through my paper-thin eyelids. There is a light, but I do not open them. I smell the beach, and hear the laughter, and feel the sand between my toes. It is a trap. It is a trap because I feel her there, hands wandering down my face and lingering on my neck, as if she might strangle me."
- Celine
Excellent writing that brings you into beautiful worlds of imagination.
A brilliant author and a beautiful person