Amanda Lyons
Bio
Eclectic stream of consciousness and dark surrealism. What photography does for life I do for thought, emotions, and experiences. The genres can range from romance to horror but my favorite is suspense.
Stories (53/0)
The Art of Manipulation
******This fanfic is based off of the game The Quarry. I'm not a gamer but my best friends persuaded me to play this one- and it sent me into a dark abyss of obsession. Until I went on Pinterest, I thought I was the only one who read more into Laura and Sheriff Hackett's relationship. And you guessed it, that is what this story is going to be centered on. Of course, the other characters will pop up because who doesn't love a bit of Kaitlyn's sarcasm, Jacob and Emma's doomed love, the sweetness between Nick and Abi, and the flirtatious witty banter between Ryan and Dylan?
By Amanda Lyons8 months ago in Fiction
Faerie
There once was a girl who loved fairy tales. She loved fantasy of any kind. Her mother introduced her to Jim Henson, Brian Froud, Steven Spielberg, George Lucas, and many others. She grew up in fantasy. She loved faeries, dragons, elves, goblins, swords, a bow and arrow, daggers, and mystical powers. She loved songs and dances too. She loved all the colors of the rainbow and believed in freedom. She dyed her hair pink, green, purple, blue, and yellow too. When she grew older she got tattoos and piercings. She read many books and wrote lots of stories herself. She loved to go to rivers, beaches, and lakes. She loved the forests. She'd sit on huge fallen trees and look at the sun as it filtered through the upper branches. She wore platforms, heels, fishnets, corsets, and wings. She wore skirts, tunics, colorful glittery shimmer and dramatic dark eyes. She wore fluffy hats, mittens like cats, gloves, and scarves two sizes too big for her. She wore pretty delicates that no one would ever see. But in the forest she would always go with bare feet. She took photos of herself all dressed up. She drew, painted, photographed, wrote, and composed. She cried, got angry, and got deliriously happy all over again. People stared at her, condemned her, chastised her. People made her sad, angry, and scared. Suicidal sometimes. Music made her happy, complete, spiritual, and not alone. So she danced outside her door, down the grassy hill, and into the woods. The wind blew her colorful hair all around. She danced through the trees, with them, and whistled with the wind. She kicked off her shoes and danced on the delicate grass and soft dirt. She jumped into puddles and squished mud between her toes. She looked up and followed the sun through the trees as she danced herself into a clearing. She looked down and saw herself inside a faerie ring. She smiled and danced excitedly. She spun in circles, lifted her hands to the sky, and closed her eyes. Then the ground shook. It broke apart beneath her feet. She let out a happy gasp as the earth swallowed her and closed back up. Somewhere a tree sighed.
By Amanda Lyons9 months ago in Poets
Umbra: Chapter Two
She took the note in her hands, assuming it was from a distraught Orion or, god forbid, Massey, but she was wrong. The handwriting was foreign to her- chicken scratch. It was written so sloppily that it was hard to make out, like someone was in a hurry when they wrote it. Orion’s hand was messy but legible and Massey, surprisingly, had very neat, almost lyrical, handwriting. A thought suddenly occurred to her, how did this person get into her room so quickly? Orion had just been there and she had only been in the bathroom for five minutes. This scared her, who was sneakier than Massey? Perhaps Orion saw who it was when he left, maybe he walked right by the person and didn't even know it.
By Amanda Lyonsabout a year ago in Fiction
