Amy Fredrickson
Bio
Amy has been writing in genres ranging from poetry to fiction to creative non-fiction since graduating from university in 2015. She currently works as an editor and technical writer.
Stories (8/0)
The Metal Bees
My gran was the last of our family to see a honeybee. She said they were beautiful, little fluffy beams of sun always busy, their hums the soundtrack of an April afternoon in the blueberry fields. When the honeybees had all died, their visage laid to rest on a long list of extinct specimens of the 21st century, the government didn’t miss a beat in launching a solution – BeeX1. The project was lauded as an amazing feat of technology, a victory of human ingenuity – millions of little diamond-shaped titanium drones swarmed the acres of Washington cherry tree orchards, the swaths of Texas broccoli fields, and the stretches of apple tree land in Michigan. My gran had a potent distaste for the metal bees, as she called them, but she had little choice when a man in a suit dictated renewed terms of her contract for leasing the land. No metal bees, no more Kellington Family Farms.
By Amy Fredricksonabout a year ago in Fiction
Strawberry Pasta Sauce
Strawberries belong to summer, a juicy bite on hot days, a sweet treat baked into 4th of July cobblers. So, lucky for the summer aficionados of this singularly scrumptious berry, of which I count myself one, I have cracked the strawberry wide, wide open. I discovered the ultimate way by which to incorporate strawberries into more than salads, desserts, smoothies, and breakfast parfets. I discovered how to make this berry the centerpiece of a new dish. I had, indeed, revolutionized, pioneered, innovated the strawberry and what it was capable of—instead of tomatoes as the base of pasta sauce, I would use strawberries. This stroke of genius was the great synthesis of two things: the summer sweetness of a strawberry and the satisfying slurp of spaghetti.
By Amy Fredrickson2 years ago in Feast
