• Amanda commented on the post, steady 3 years, 4 months ago

    “Easy, now. Steady, steady…. There.”
    He moved his hands away slowly, then placed them at his side so that the urge to hold on would be repressed.
    She smiled at him and pushed down on the pedals with her feet. She wobbled a little bit and giggled while his hans remained white-knuckled by his side.
    She did it.

  • Amanda commented on the post, smiling 3 years, 4 months ago

    I look over at him and he’s smiling.

    A sigh of relief escapes my body. I ask him, shakily, “Are you okay, bud?”

    The grin on his face tells me everything I need to know. I wipe the blood off of his cheek and bury my face into his neck. I’m so glad he’s okay. My baby’s okay.

  • Amanda commented on the post, noise 3 years, 4 months ago

    It’s unbearable. It’s screaming in my ear. I cannot even fathom how loud it is. It comes in a range of types; I hear whispers, I hear screams, screeching and gasping and hollow, shallow, shaky breaths. And then?


    No amount of covering my ears can cover it.

  • Amanda commented on the post, dozen 7 years, 11 months ago

    I patted my floury hands on the dough, rolling and kneading it around. I had to make a dozen cupcakes my Friday. It wouldn’t be easy. People judged me because I was different. Slow. Behind on my studies. But give me a cooking task, and I’ll fulfill it like you wouldn’t believe.

  • Amanda commented on the post, carved 7 years, 11 months ago

    I looked at the tree. It was tall, thick, the bark chipping off. It’s been forty years, and it didn’t look any different. I smile, touching my hand over the letters. CU + HE FOREVER. A tear rolls down my cheek. I press my lips to the carving and get back into the car. Time […]

  • Amanda commented on the post, platinum 8 years ago

    I look up at the stars, a playground for someone to explore. The moon is platinum against the darkness of the sky. It’s face is shining down toward mine. I find comfort in it, comfort in the thought that at least someone is watching me, at least someone cares, even if they’re make believe. I […]

  • Amanda commented on the post, museum 8 years ago

    I stalked around the art museum for a bit as we held hands. There were sculptures, paintings, mixed media, sketches… You name it, the museum had it. It was awkward, since it was our first date and we wanted to absorb the art fully by not talking, but we had plenty to say at dinner […]

  • Amanda commented on the post, president 8 years ago

    The president looked up. He smiled. “Good morning, Americans. Today is Thanksgiving.” He continued to smile, even though he felt his wife’s hand on his shoulder. “Do you know what that means? It’s a time to be thankful for what you have. I’m thankful for my life, my country, and my role here as president.”

  • Amanda commented on the post, stunning 8 years ago

    “Wow,” I breathed. The view from the mountaintop was stunning. The pinnacles of vast and heavy creations gleamed, glimmered and shone in the early morning light. The sun’s rays peaked from behind them, slowly gaining confidence and rising into the sky. I wish I’d had my camera… The moment was too beautiful to forget.

  • Amanda commented on the post, laughter 8 years ago

    I shook my head back and let the noise escape me. It felt so good to laugh, to chortle, to chuckle. I hadn’t done it in years; since Dad’s passing, in fact. But something about Charlie made me laugh. It felt good, sitting there, holding my cup of coffee on the corner coffee shop between […]

  • Amanda commented on the post, prints 8 years, 1 month ago

    I looked at the photos in my hands. They represented a party, one could plainly see, but what party? I didn’t really know. The host was dead, the guests were dead, and there was a killer… But who was he? That was for me to find out. But how? That was for Karly to find […]

  • Amanda commented on the post, comfort 8 years, 1 month ago

    I picked up a bowl of soup from the local market that day, hat and gloves still on my head and hands. It was a long, long day at work, let me tell you. But I felt like soup, the comfort food, would cheer me up. Then I read about a teen’s suicide in the […]

  • Amanda commented on the post, conviction 8 years, 2 months ago

    Conviction. Hmmmmmmm. What is conviction, anyway? Is it something somebody does? Or does one convict one’s conscience? I really don’t know… :( But I will say that I love oneword! Haha… :P



  • Amanda commented on the post, iron 8 years, 2 months ago

    I always pondered the materials inside of iron. Like my dad always said, there’s iron to be found in everybody; a certain strongness and passion that nobody can deterr from a person. I can still hear his laugh as his iron-dirtied hands touched mine, and how big they were compared to my measly fingers. I […]