Amanda Walker
Bio
I don’t plan to write. Sometimes characters or concepts just roll around in my mind until I have no choice but to set them free.
Stories (8/0)
Transcendence
I know people who would sell their soul for my job. Our industry has perfected Pavlovian style performance conditioning. Designer office fit outs, excessive salaries and in-house chefs providing Michelin star meals at any time of the day or night. More and more rewards, privilege beyond belief.
By Amanda Walker3 years ago in Humans
Valentine's Day: Make drunken singing into a hairbrush acceptable again!!
Calling out to my fellow millennials. Bring your side parted hair and gather round! This wouldn't be an Anti-Valentine's Day playlist without the classic opening song from Bridget Jones' Diary. As cringe worthy as it was epic, this scene made every one of us feel that little bit better about the time we too, had gotten drunk by ourselves and cried/sung a classic 80s love song at the top of our lungs. It was ok. We were not alone.
By Amanda Walker3 years ago in Beat
Preserving perfection
Her eyes were grey. Not a steely grey, but the soft grey of a sky that is about to rain. When the charcoal clouds merge with the white mist to form a sky that folds in on itself. The air becomes dense and heavy to breathe, and the whole thing becomes impossible to see through.
By Amanda Walker3 years ago in Humans
The Soldier
Tap. Tap. Pause. TapTapTap. The first time he heard it, he was in the dark. A narrow beam of dark orange sunlight pushed its way through a crack in the worn curtains and sliced the room in half. The flecks of dust that hung in the air flickered in the sunbeam like grain on film, but they did not swirl because there was no breeze.
By Amanda Walker3 years ago in Humans
Just words on a page
The screaming was endless. All day. All night. Day after day after day. Her door never opened aside from the masked nurses going in and out. I didn’t know whether or not she had family or friends outside. I didn’t know if she had a mother to tell her it would be ok, a friend to make her laugh, a sister to take a shift while she showered or (somehow?!) caught a moment or two of sleep. What I did know was that in here, she had no-one. Thanks to COVID, visitors to the hospital were forbidden, even in the maternity ward. Thanks to COVID, leaving your room was basically forbidden too. We were healthy but the world outside was not.
By Amanda Walker3 years ago in Humans
