Amelia Moore
Bio
17-year-old writer who hopes to write stories for a living someday-- failing that, I'd like to become a mermaid.
Stories (49/0)
Lyrics of the Past, Present, and Future
“Waves” by Imagine Dragons https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=anLxLPzgIG4 I’ve screamed this song riding on a bike down the street, way too fast, with stars glowing over my shoulder, my fist pumped into the air, and the orange of lamps mingled with the trees, bright as tiny suns. I’ve drummed this song onto my steering wheel and played it with the windows down to taste the air rushing in, mingling with the pounding rhythm of bass in the background. By now, it plays as easily as my heartbeat and its lyrics pattern my walls, and it makes the bad emotions entirely impossible in the very best of ways.
By Amelia Moore4 months ago in Beat
Heart
My heart was pounding so hard I felt it through the coverlets. I feared it would break out of my chest, so I bundled myself up in layers, hiding everything but my eyes so I couldn’t hear it ticking anymore and pressed my hands hard, hard, harder against the spot where I was alive— perhaps in an effort to stop the ache of living.
By Amelia Moore5 months ago in Fiction
- Top Story - May 2023
- Top Story - May 2023
The Death of Old-Fashioned DyingTop Story - May 2023
There are some nights meant to be dark and stormy, to fit the mood of the reader and the tone of the events destined to happen. A dark and stormy night is a powerful metaphor. One can liken the personality of a particularly shifty individual to that of a rainstorm, or can provide in the story an obstacle to overcome.
By Amelia Moore5 months ago in Fiction
- Top Story - April 2023
GermanyTop Story - April 2023
It didn't start with a moment. It started with a field. They don't talk about the small things you experience when you move. They don't tell you about the birds, or the bikers, or the beers the size of my head. They don't tell you about sunsets or peacocks or grass so green and so unending, it feels like living in a place that requires asking permission from nature to stay.
By Amelia Moore5 months ago in Earth
The Appointment
You know I hate stereotypes. More than anyone. But sometimes I remember that they exist for a reason. Namely: I’m sitting right by one of the bathrooms, and the pretty blond stewardess who screwed up my coffee order is in there right now, screwing a guy.
By Amelia Moore6 months ago in Criminal
- Top Story - April 2023
