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)
July in Northern England
I stood at the wooden fence, the English summer sun beating down on me. Despite the sunshine, it was a brisk morning. I was wearing gray sweatpants tucked into Steph’s Wellington boots. The dirt path through the countryside was muddy from the drizzle the night before.
By Amy Writes3 years ago in Fiction
Kitchen Alchemy
My maternal grandmother grew up in a Polish-speaking community in New Jersey. She told me that when she was young, her family was so poor that sometimes the only meat they had to eat were squirrels that her older brothers hunted and brought home. Her mother turned whatever she had into delicious soups and stews. My grandmother told me that was the “old way” of cooking- taking whatever you had and melding it into something palatable.
By Amy Writes3 years ago in Families
Ethan
I was bent over my history textbook, highlighting an important sentence regarding the fall of Rome. My desk lamp illuminated the pages as I slid the neon yellow highlighter over the words. I was completely absorbed in the story of Romulus Augusts and the Germanic invaders when I heard a tap on my window. I lifted my head and looked towards my curtains, which were half drawn.
By Amy Writes3 years ago in Fiction
Homecoming
Preston walked up to the old barn with a nervous feeling in the pit of his stomach. His sweaty hands were shoved into the pockets of his bomber jacket. He approached the weathered barn door with it’s peeling paint and broken slats. It was slightly ajar, and he slipped through the cracked opening, hoping to achieve the element of surprise.
By Amy Writes3 years ago in Fiction
Bonnie, Clyde, and the Last Girl on Earth
*My entry for the "Doomsday Diary" Challenge I’m walking on a dirt trail, when I hear a rabbit crash through a nearby bush. I pause and whip my head towards the noise, bow raised, ready to shoot. The two dead rabbits that are hanging from my belt bop around in a sort of morbid protest. I can hear my heart pounding in my ears as adrenaline rushes through my body. The rabbit darts out of the bushes as I take a step towards it, and let an arrow fly from my bow. I hear the ‘thunk’ of the arrow finding its mark. As I go to collect my kill, my foot lands on a pile of wet leaves. I twist and fall to the side, landing hard on my shoulder. A loud pop breaks the silence of the forest, and a searing pain immediately starts radiating around my collar bone.
By Amy Writes3 years ago in Fiction