Stories (23/0)
Hank The Smart Talking Hamster
I got Hank from a pet store when I was just a wee lad. He was a chubby lil’ feller with a pink nose and whiskers that never stopped a’twitchin’. I liked feedin’ him peanuts and watchin’ him push the whole shells in his cheeks. He’d look expectantly at me for another, though I knew he couldn’t possibly fit any more. Didn’t stop him from tryin!
By Amanda Buckabout a year ago in Fiction
An Ordinary Night In The City
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. The dark moon rose, casting it’s black light down onto the city. People on the street were busy with the titter-tat of nightly living. They hardly noticed the sky. The streets were wavy and the buildings swayed. The city was alive with motion and commotion. It was a night like any other ordinary night.
By Amanda Buckabout a year ago in Fiction
Sedgewick Island
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. I would have grabbed my camera, but I already had so many photos and videos of them. To me, they were beautifully extraordinary. But to the people here, they were commonplace. No one bought my pictures anymore. Still, I sat below, looking up at them in wonderment until it got too cold to stay outside. I retreated to my bed, snuggled under the covers and gazed at them through the window until I fell asleep.
By Amanda Buckabout a year ago in Fiction
Encapsulated
Encapsulated, a barrier all around - Time is our capsule.
By Amanda Buckabout a year ago in Poets
- Runner-Up in Time Traveler Challenge
Being From The StarsRunner-Up in Time Traveler Challenge
Normally, we would have been born in the usual human way. But due to the nature of this mission, we were given bodies and deposited here instead. This was because it was imperative that we remember. When you are born of human flesh, you forget everything that was before. We couldn’t afford to forget. Therefore, we were deposited as children near the Pine Grove Orphanage. We would simply walk in and tell them we were orphans.
By Amanda Buckabout a year ago in Fiction
Homecoming
A warm tropical breeze tussled Maggie’s hair as she stepped out of the twin propeller plane. She closed her eyes and breathed in the salty ocean air… the smell of home. When she opened her eyes again, she saw Randy waving at her from his truck. She gathered her luggage and hurried toward him. He took her suit cases and tossed them in the back of the truck, then gave her a warm hug. “Hi Mags, it’s good to see you!” he said. “It’s been a long time!”
By Amanda Buckabout a year ago in Fiction
Introspection
Snow was piling up on the window ledge. It fell in large clumps from a darkened sky. Maggie watched from her favorite cozy chair, warmly wrapped in a blanket. It was early January and she was glad to have the frenzy of the holidays behind her. There was a lot that had been bothering her, deep down inside. Today she finally had the time and space to gather her thoughts. What was she feeling? What was causing this nagging, gut-wrenching anxiety that she couldn’t seem to shake? For weeks she had felt strange… dispassionate, discouraged, depressed. She just couldn’t seem to lift herself back up.
By Amanda Buckabout a year ago in Fiction