Amy Writes
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Personal essays with long titles, silly attempts at fiction, and Vocal challenge entries
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Stories (19/0)
Critique: The Goldfinch
Donna Tartt's "The Goldfinch" is a novel for people who have experienced profound loss from which springs a deep and unwavering obsession. It's a story for those that are possessed by grief. People who have lived simple, happy lives will not understand it's rich depth of emotion and pain.
By Amy Writes8 months ago in Critique
Dashed Dreams and Good Advice
When you’re a teenage musical theater geek, there’s nothing more stressful than showing up to high school on the day of the spring musical cast list posting. My senior year, I practically ran into the building the morning the list was posted. My school was doing a production of "Into the Woods", and I had gotten call backs for three lead roles: Little Red Riding Hood, Cinderella, and the part I was hoping for- the Witch.
By Amy Writes12 months ago in Humans
More Time
Dear Nathan, I understand why throughout history there have been people obsessed with the idea of gaining more time. Achieving immortality or being able to time travel might seem like outlandish ideas, but if I could get just one more hour together in our shared lifetime, I would.
By Amy Writes12 months ago in Poets
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 Writes2 years 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 Writes2 years ago in Horror
- Top Story - June 2022
My Mom's 90s Era Pasta Salad and My Newman's Own Dressing ObsessionTop Story - June 2022
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 Writes2 years ago in Feast
The Hardest Goodbye
Icy is lying under the pear tree, panting. It’s always been her favorite spot in the yard, but today is different. The traveling vet is talking to Richard on the porch. Her back is to me, and all I can see is his furrowed brow over the top of her sandy, blonde ponytail. She gently reaches out a hand and pats his forearm in comfort. She turns towards me, as I watch Richard wipe a tear from his cheek. Icy is panting and smiling, having just chased her favorite ball. It’s forgotten in the middle of the yard now. She only had a few chases left in her since she’s all bones and no muscle. I run her silky ears through my fingers like I always do to comfort her. She can sense that something is off. Despite her panting smile, her big brown eyes miss nothing. They scan the yard for Rich, assessing the emotions on his face. He brings over a big bowl of water. She drinks a bit but watches him anxiously. He smiles down at her, and another tear rolls down his cheek.
By Amy Writes3 years ago in Fiction
Snow Day
The snow fell gently as we trudged through drifts and banks to get to the frozen pond. The sun was bright, but the chill in the air was biting. Our entire neighborhood crew was bundled up, ready for snow day games. I was hoping to play capture the flag, boys versus girls. The new guy who had just moved in a few houses down had joined us. His name was Joey. He was walking ahead with Daniel, and as he laughed at something Daniel said, he turned back to look at me. When Joey caught my eye, he gave me a once over and winked unabashedly. I blushed hard and looked away. No one seemed to notice. My stomach flip-flopped nervously as we made our way down the hill.
By Amy Writes3 years ago in Fiction
Trip
I was lying in bed when tingles started running up and down my body. I felt floaty and heavy all at once. Full rolling body chills came in swells. I was the ocean, constantly expanding and contracting in waves. My limbs felt like they weighed a ton each. I melted into the bed, wondering if these sensations were normal.
By Amy Writes3 years ago in Fiction
