Amanda McGuire
Bio
Just a girl writing for fun… With a passion for helping others and striving to always be my most authentic self.
Stories (65/0)
In the Darkness there is Light
Standing at the top of the lighthouse, Will watches as Matt talks to a detective. Then he notices the elderly man sitting on a bench behind them. His arms and torso are covered in blood and he's crying and shivering. Grabbing a blanket from a nearby gurney, Will strides over to the man and places the blanket over his shoulders.
By Amanda McGuire2 years ago in Fiction
Mankind's Winged Protectors
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. For thousands of years the majestic beasts were hidden to the human eye, providing unseen protection. Only those with magic of their own born from a long line of powerful gypsies were aware of the dragons. Connected to them with magic, and the ability to communicate with them without a word spoken aloud.
By Amanda McGuire2 years ago in Fiction
Handsome
I sit here as the music drifts along the cool night air. I sit here and my thoughts are only of you. It’s the time of year when the sun gets stronger, warming the air and darkening the skin. Yet the nights remain chilly with remnants of the cooler air remaining. Nights when I want nothing more than to sit under the stars listening to you speak. Watching you smile as you share stories of your adventurous life.
By Amanda McGuire2 years ago in Poets
The girl with gum in her hair
What is it about the smell of chocolate baking in the oven, the feel of flour on the palms of your hands, the warmth of the oven in the air and the sound of the electric mixer as it vibrates and works the dough? I feel a sense of calm from it.
By Amanda McGuire2 years ago in Fiction
In the Darkness there is light
It’s dark. The kind of dark that you can’t see an inch in front of your face. The kind of dark that you don’t know where you are, or if you’ll ever see the light of day. It's Bone chillingly cold. She shutters in her pale turquoise dress. A summer dress she bought to wear to the beach with William. A dress made for being in the hot sun, definitely not for arctic temperatures and dark creepy places. Goose bumps cover her arms and legs, and the hair stands up on the back of her neck. But not because of the cold; rather because of the hot breath she now feels on the back of her neck. The breath that comes from the man who is whispering in her ear, “Alone at last.”
By Amanda McGuire2 years ago in Fiction
There's A Hole
There's a hole in my heart. You left it when you decided you didn't want to be in there anymore. One day, without knowing exactly when, you worked your way in there. It wasn't easy, there was a wall around my heart. You persisted, you climbed and you cuddled up all warm and comfortable inside.
By Amanda McGuire2 years ago in Poets