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)
On Being Oblivious to Your Powers
I used to get visited at night by something when I was a child. It would stand next to my bed and just look at me. I assume it was looking at me because of the inclination of the head. I never could make out it's face. It was always dark, it came from the darkness, it was made of the darkness which is why I never saw a face.
By Amanda Lyons4 years ago in Horror
They Look Just Like Everyone Else
As Allen took another drag from his Newport 100, he heard that noise again. He stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. Shielding his eyes from the summer sun, he looked around in earnest. There it was again. Was it coming from above him? It was some type of crying. He’d been walking for almost ten minutes down the left side of Willow road enjoying the warmness of the air and the occasional slight breeze that reminded him fall was on the way. He looked around the cookie cutter neighborhood where the houses were small but not that old yet. He remembered when this area was all woods, years ago when he used to play back here with the boys. Got into a couple fights back here too.
By Amanda Lyons4 years ago in Horror
The Ruin
The light coming through her Samsung Galaxy photo app wasn’t nearly as bright as real life. She kept looking up over her phone at the dilapidated old building and back down to her phone. It wasn’t the same. Why bother taking a picture if it wouldn’t capture exactly what she saw? Putting her phone in her back pocket she sighed heavily and turned around to her best friend. He was busy making duck lips. God damned selfie queen.
By Amanda Lyons4 years ago in Humans
The Light
As Brianna wiped off the sweat tickling her nose for what seemed like the hundredth time that day while out shopping, she stopped at the familiar intersection just like the day before. She had made this trip a lot and this time was no different. Brianna took out her new crystal fingering it while letting the chain dangle down her pale wrist. While holding it up to the sunlight to help the amethyst charge she admired the facets inside the clearish purple beauty. It almost looked smoky inside. Just then she felt something tickle her nose again. Blast this heat! And this hat! She placed the necklace carefully back into the little brown bag getting a waft of sage as she did so. Momentarily hanging the bag off her wrist, she ripped off her wide-brimmed black hat she just had to have because that's what Stevie Nicks wore. It was a clumsy thing but she managed to stuff it between her legs as she took the hair tie from her other wrist and attempted to tame her wild red mane.
By Amanda Lyons4 years ago in Humans
The Art in Death
I looked from my ragged boss Simon to the blonde twit he just introduced me to as Adele Pennington. She wasn’t much younger than I; about 22, skinny with blue eyes. She smiled brightly and stretched out her hand. I shook it forcefully. Her smile faded as I gave her a piercing look.
By Amanda Lyons4 years ago in Horror
The Nature of Love
——The inspiration for this story hit me on a trip to Delaware with my family. I was sitting in the backseat of my dad’s S.U.V., looking out the window listening to Enya. We were driving by a field, a really green field when I noticed an unusually low hanging cloud. It was the lowest I’d ever seen a cloud go and I wondered to myself why would a cloud travel this low? And, of course having a mind inclined to fantasy, I thought ‘love’.—
By Amanda Lyons4 years ago in Futurism
Now We Are Free
Viktoria released the limp body of her once formidable foe from her blood-stained fangs. She circled the dead body surveying its matted fur, grayish black and reddish now from battle. The black panther stared into her grandfather’s dead eyes; the pale yellow had succumbed to white. The muscles in her limbs tensed with each halting step. She suddenly realized what she had done.
By Amanda Lyons4 years ago in Futurism
