Amy Writes
Bio
Amy is a curious, passionate freelance writer.
Twitter: @amywrites2
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Stories (24/0)
Beams of Light
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. The golden light emanating from the window was so bright, she had to squint her eyes at first. She blinked rapidly, and fought back the tears that threatened to spill. After a few seconds, she was able to see more clearly.
By Amy Writes3 months ago in Fiction
I Placed In My First Vocal Challenge- Here's What I Did Differently
In June, when Vocal announced the Summer Camp challenge, I knew immediately that I wanted to participate. I love food, the summer time, and I prefer the non-fiction style challenges. Maybe I have a narcissistic streak, but I really enjoy writing personal essays. When the Summer Camp challenge was released, I had been participating in Vocal challenges for a year. Up until that point, I had never won any prizes, and none of my pieces had ever been picked for a top story slot. When I submitted my Summer Camp entry, to my surprise (and delight!), my story was chosen for a top story and I placed as a runner-up. There are quite a few things I did differently with this challenge, which is why I think the judges and moderators enjoyed my entry.
By Amy Writes8 months ago in Motivation
A Trick of the Light
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. I could see it’s faint flickering in the distance, as I walked along the treelined path. Jason meandered beside me. The yellow glow of his dull flashlight skittered erratically on the ground due to his drunken state.
By Amy Writes9 months ago in Horror
- Runner-Up in Summer Camp Challenge
My Mom's 90s Era Pasta Salad and My Newman's Own Dressing ObsessionRunner-Up in Summer Camp Challenge
Ever since I was old enough to eat salads, I have been obsessed with Newman’s Own oil and vinegar salad dressing. As a child of the 90s, my mom often served dinner side salads, and my iceberg lettuce and carrot shreds would be doused with the best that Paul Newman had to offer. My salad bowl would resemble an oil and vinegar soup because I’d use half the bottle in one sitting. By the time I reached elementary school, my mom had to start buying the dressing in bulk due to the sheer quantity I was consuming.
By Amy Writes9 months ago in Feast
