Amanda Shea
Bio
I live a simple life in Wyoming but enjoy reading and writing in my spare time.
Stories (3/0)
Miracle in My Minitank
As my WIDS-20, more fondly known as my Minitank, pulled up to the dilapidated remains that once were Westerlane Industries back in the early 21st century, I reassessed my equipment. Air quality in the year 2201 was between hazardous and lethal, so I needed my bodysuit and oxygen filtration mask to be in prime working order if I was going to attempt this salvage. I didn't have much time left.
By Amanda Shea3 years ago in Futurism
Burgundy Backpack
I first met Agnes shortly after I turned 15, walking home from school toward our crowded apartment complex. She was sitting on one of the benches that surrounded the perimeter of the playground adjacent to our building. What made her noticeable was that she wasn’t watching the kids like the other spectators on nearby benches, but rapidly writing in a notebook she had settled on her lap. There was a large burgundy backpack resting near her feet, and she was dressed in a bunch of loose flourishing clothes that make it unclear if she was in some sort of dress or pants or something else. She could almost be mistaken for a student except for the lines in her face, even more visible as she scrunched it in focus on her notebook, making her look closer to the age of the grandparents nearby watching the children.
By Amanda Shea3 years ago in Humans
Something Went Wrong
I wake up lying on a cold, hard basement floor in a room I don’t recognize. In fact, I don’t recognize much of anything, including the man completely prone next to me. My head is aching, and when I touch my right hand to my temple my fingers come away with blood. That may explain the most important thing I can’t reconcile… Who the hell am I?
By Amanda Shea3 years ago in Criminal