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The Misadventures of Amanda & Company

Amanda wanted to throw up. The weed fogged her mind but did nothing to soothe the anxiety and pools of dread that washed over her. Capone shifted the car into reverse, stepping on the gas. They needed to get out of that spot. The only issue? They were stuck on gravel. 

“C’mon Poney, drive!” Victor panicked. He nervously glanced in the passenger side mirror for the sign of the sheriff that just passed by them. They were stuck behind a construction sign, and the officer was due to come back down the mountain any moment. It was a dead end up there, it was inevitable. They had a few seconds at most. The rest of the blunt long forgotten on the car floor.

“I’m trying!” Pone put the car back in drive, maneuvering and inching their way out of the inconvenient spot. The gravel kept sliding. Amanda closed her eyes. Fingernails bitten and cuticles chewed up. Knee shaking. Silent on the outside but going haywire on the inside. It was her car they were in. And Capone was only twenty. She was positive that she would go to jail if they didn’t get out in time.

The gravel crackled and creaked.

The car revved and squealed. 

Victor panicked and shouted. 

Capone frantically shifted gears and spun the wheel.

Bella, who had been next to her, was looking out for the white headlights that were bound to make their way back. 

Finally, some good luck at last, Capone managed to get them unstuck, and sped off down the mountain. The windows were down. To air out the smell of marijuana as Bella had suggested. But the air that steamrolled into Amanda’s face was dual-purposed. It filled her with the air that she desperately needed. Was she holding her breath the whole time they were escaping? She didn’t really know. 

What she did know, was that she was never going back there again. Respectfully, fuck that smoking spot. She figures that they should have taken the hint the first time. She remembers how they faced a bear the last time they were there. But that was because they were dumb enough to hike down the trail about a mile into the woods. She remembered how Jazelle gasped and how Victor said “oh god.” At the time, that was all she needed to turn her ass back around and start trekking her way back to the car. 

This time was supposed to be different. They never planned to get out of the car. How ironic that being outside of the car would have been helpful in this specific circumstance. It took about ten minutes to get out of the broadmoor. With every passing mile, a weight lifted off her chest. She could breathe again. 

“I think I could use the rest of that blunt right about now,” Capone joked. They all laughed and agreed. In retrospect, that should have been their second hint. The first being when Amanda herself had forgotten the weed before and they had to drive fifteen minutes back to the house to get it. 

Driving back to the Westside, they found a beautiful view along the side of the street. Across from some apartment complex. Finally, some peace at last. They sat there for about twenty minutes, watching the thunder and lightning storm in the distance. Inhaling the drug that made it easier for Amanda to forget. Made it easier for her to get by without thinking about him. It was peaceful. At least it was, until Victor opened his mouth.

“Guys, there’s some white lady pacing back and forth in front of her window looking at us.” 

Oh for fuck’s sake. They could NOT catch a break tonight. Exasperated and fresh out of the adrenaline the night had provided them, they had decided to pull off. Amanda bit her nails again. At this point, they would surely bleed. She stared out the front shield when they came to a turn. But the night had one last “Fuck You” for them planned. 

A coyote seemed to appear from no where, running straight into the road. A coyote. A fucking coyote. As if the night couldn’t get any worse. How many signs did they need until they figured out that tonight was doomed from the start. 

“That’s it,” Amanda exclaimed, “I’m done! Take us home.” She was over it. 

A night of adventure and adrenaline, for sure. White ladies, coyotes, and police, oh my.

[amanduhhwrites]

Words instead of sighed and frowned?

Sighed - let out a deep audible breath or made a similar sound (such as weariness or relief)

Exhaled - breathed out

Heaved - uttered with obvious effort or with a deep breath

Huffed - emitted puffs (as of breath); usually with indignation or scorn

Insufflated - blew on, into, or in (something)

Puffed - blew in short gusts; exhaled forcibly

Snorted - forced air violently through the nose with a rough harsh sound (to express scorn, anger, indignation, or surprise)

Snuffled - breathed through an obstructed nose with a sniffing sound

Suspired - drew a long deep breath; sighed

Frowned - contracted the brow in displeasure or concentration

Glared - stared angrily or fiercely

Glouted - (archaic) frowned, scowled

Glowered - looked or stared with sullen annoyance or anger

Grimaced - distorted one's face in an expression usually of pain, disgust, or disapproval

Loured - looked sullen; frowned

Moue - a twisting of the facial features in disgust or disapproval

Pouted - showed displeasure by thrusting out the lips or wearing a sullen expression

Scoffed - expressed scorn, derision, or contempt

Scowled - contracted the brow in an expression of displeasure

Sulked - silently went about in a bad mood

Hope this helps. If it inspires your writing in any way, please tag me, or send me a link. I would love to read your work!

More: Word Lists

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Instead of "Said", consider

replied

stated

exclaimed

remarked

declared

mentioned

commented

responded

articulated

noted

announced

asserted

observed

suggested

opined

acknowledged

claimed

professed

explained

affirmed

[amanduhhwrites]

Apparently a lot of people get dialogue punctuation wrong despite having an otherwise solid grasp of grammar, possibly because they’re used to writing essays rather than prose. I don’t wanna be the asshole who complains about writing errors and then doesn’t offer to help, so here are the basics summarized as simply as I could manage on my phone (“dialogue tag” just refers to phrases like “he said,” “she whispered,” “they asked”):

“For most dialogue, use a comma after the sentence and don’t capitalize the next word after the quotation mark,” she said.

“But what if you’re using a question mark rather than a period?” they asked.

“When using a dialogue tag, you never capitalize the word after the quotation mark unless it’s a proper noun!” she snapped.

“When breaking up a single sentence with a dialogue tag,” she said, “use commas.”

“This is a single sentence,” she said. “Now, this is a second stand-alone sentence, so there’s no comma after ‘she said.’”

“There’s no dialogue tag after this sentence, so end it with a period rather than a comma.” She frowned, suddenly concerned that the entire post was as unasked for as it was sanctimonious.

[amanduhhwrites]

Might have to use this one in my story

Prompt 2435

She wasn’t going to die without telling them how she felt. It was going to happen one way or the other.

[amanduhhwrites]

A Good Girls Guide to Murder

So I read the books, right? The whole trilogy and it's easily in my top three. But like, the Netflix show just came out and I'm praying it's as good as the books. I tried to watch the first episode until my sneaky link pulled up and then I was in fact, not watching it. Anyway, I'm gonna restart it and hope it makes me feel the way the books did.

Also I'm writing my fictional novel AND working through trauma so that's great. I have a few ideas, I just have to sit down and pump these babies out. Feel free to send requests though! I write for BTS, Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit, The Outsiders, Harry Potter/Slytherin boys, and other fandoms as well. No harm in asking me :)

~ Amanda ♡

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"How do you write such realistic dialogue-" I TALK TO MYSELF. I TALK TO MYSELF AND I PRETEND I AM THE ONE SAYING THE LINE. LIKE SANITY IS SLOWLY SLIPPING FROM BETWEEN MY FINGERS WITH EVERY MEASLY WORD THEY TYPE OUT. THAT IS HOW.

[amanduhhwrites]

Unreliable narrator? More like unreliable author

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Build Me Up Buttercup - The Foundations

The overpowering slam of the car door cut through the deafening sounds of the pitter-pattering rain on the street’s tar. The car rocked a bit as I plopped myself down on the leather seat. My eyes squeezed shut, I could feel the look. The eyes. I could feel him. The sounds of the pitter-pattering rain of the outside world danced with the low-volume radio, playing “Build Me Up Buttercup” by the Foundations. Ironic, such a cheery song for such a gloomy day. Inhaling oxygen and exhaling carbon dioxide cluttered my focus, the other two sounds fading into the background. The occasional drop of water landing on the leather seat from my drenched mess of hair; the hair that I kept covering my face, shying away - no, hiding - from that stare. 

“I went to the door, I can’t take anymore.” The music played. 

“We need to stop doing this.” My voice tore through the smooth almost-silence like a dull and rigid knife. He sighed, trailing his eyes away from my figure and to the raindrops, racing down his windshield. My eyes fluttered open, not straying away from my lap, “I’m serious. We need to stop, It’s dangerous.”

He huffed out a mocking laugh, “Dangerous? Tell me, darling. What about this is dangerous?” I flinched at the bitterness that laced his tone. 

“One of us is going to catch feelings, and that can't happen.” My mouth said one thing, but my mind was screaming another. He stayed silent. He knew. I knew. We both knew that the inevitable was coming, or that it had already started. “I mean it, we need to stop doing this.” My voice wavered. I didn’t want to stop. He was an addiction, and I was an addict. 

“Baby baby try to find a little time and I’ll make you mine.”

He turned his head sharply to look at me. His hand forcefully grabbed my chin and forced my head to face him. I shut my eyes, as tears started falling out. “Look at me.” He said firmly. The time seemed to go by slowly as my eyes fluttered open and I looked into his puppy dog brown eyes. He used his thumb to wipe a tear off my cheek, “You know you don’t want to stop. I know I don’t want to stop.”

“But-” I tried to argue.

“Shut up. I’m tired of arguing over this. We are both way too deep into this, god dammit. I find myself thinking about you every second of the day, I find myself looking forward to all of these little meetings we have going on, I try and I try but I can’t seem to get you out of my head! You can try to convince me that you don’t feel the same way but I won’t ever believe it because for some reason, you keep coming back! Just like how I keep texting you!” He gradually started screaming, the fire in his eyes igniting. 

I flinched away at his voice, but I narrowed my eyes. “You are so fucking selfish! You don’t give a damn about my feelings in this matter, all you see is someone who you can use for your own personal pleasure. I’m a fucking slave to you, you don’t give a shit!” I screamed back. 

“It’s too late now, darling. As far as I’m guessing, you caught feelings too. But you keep trying to deny it because you’re scared of commitment.” He said, sneering at the word darling and pouted at the word scared, mocking clear in his tone.  

My heart dropped into my stomach. He knew. The inevitable had already started. Everything turned red, letters were being forced up my throat and they finally formed at the mouth, “Fuck you!” I screamed, without having any other comeback.

“Why do you build me up buttercup, baby, just to let me down, and mess me around.”

He grabbed my face with both hands and smashed his lips onto mine. My eyes seemed to close without me telling them to, and my body had a mind of its own, dancing along with his. The warning signals and the code red’s in my head all became fuzzy. I could no longer think straight. So I did the only thing a person could do at that moment. I gave in. He pulled us into the backseat, our lips dancing together as we started undressing and releasing all the tension inside the car. He was an addiction, and I was an addict. I was a slave to his every touch and whisper. He had me wrapped around his finger, and he knew it. That very first moment so long ago that I sat in his car, I had already set my fate and became a goner.

"So build me up, buttercup, don’t break my heart.”

~ Amanda ♡

[amanduhhwrites]

Build Me Up Buttercup - The Foundations

The overpowering slam of the car door cut through the deafening sounds of the pitter-pattering rain on the street’s tar. The car rocked a bit as I plopped myself down on the leather seat. My eyes squeezed shut, I could feel the look. The eyes. I could feel him. The sounds of the pitter-pattering rain of the outside world danced with the low-volume radio, playing “Build Me Up Buttercup” by the Foundations. Ironic, such a cheery song for such a gloomy day. Inhaling oxygen and exhaling carbon dioxide cluttered my focus, the other two sounds fading into the background. The occasional drop of water landing on the leather seat from my drenched mess of hair; the hair that I kept covering my face, shying away - no, hiding - from that stare. 

“I went to the door, I can’t take anymore.” The music played. 

“We need to stop doing this.” My voice tore through the smooth almost-silence like a dull and rigid knife. He sighed, trailing his eyes away from my figure and to the raindrops, racing down his windshield. My eyes fluttered open, not straying away from my lap, “I’m serious. We need to stop, It’s dangerous.”

He huffed out a mocking laugh, “Dangerous? Tell me, darling. What about this is dangerous?” I flinched at the bitterness that laced his tone. 

“One of us is going to catch feelings, and that can't happen.” My mouth said one thing, but my mind was screaming another. He stayed silent. He knew. I knew. We both knew that the inevitable was coming, or that it had already started. “I mean it, we need to stop doing this.” My voice wavered. I didn’t want to stop. He was an addiction, and I was an addict. 

“Baby baby try to find a little time and I’ll make you mine.”

He turned his head sharply to look at me. His hand forcefully grabbed my chin and forced my head to face him. I shut my eyes, as tears started falling out. “Look at me.” He said firmly. The time seemed to go by slowly as my eyes fluttered open and I looked into his puppy dog brown eyes. He used his thumb to wipe a tear off my cheek, “You know you don’t want to stop. I know I don’t want to stop.”

“But-” I tried to argue.

“Shut up. I’m tired of arguing over this. We are both way too deep into this, god dammit. I find myself thinking about you every second of the day, I find myself looking forward to all of these little meetings we have going on, I try and I try but I can’t seem to get you out of my head! You can try to convince me that you don’t feel the same way but I won’t ever believe it because for some reason, you keep coming back! Just like how I keep texting you!” He gradually started screaming, the fire in his eyes igniting. 

I flinched away at his voice, but I narrowed my eyes. “You are so fucking selfish! You don’t give a damn about my feelings in this matter, all you see is someone who you can use for your own personal pleasure. I’m a fucking slave to you, you don’t give a shit!” I screamed back. 

“It’s too late now, darling. As far as I’m guessing, you caught feelings too. But you keep trying to deny it because you’re scared of commitment.” He said, sneering at the word darling and pouted at the word scared, mocking clear in his tone.  

My heart dropped into my stomach. He knew. The inevitable had already started. Everything turned red, letters were being forced up my throat and they finally formed at the mouth, “Fuck you!” I screamed, without having any other comeback.

“Why do you build me up buttercup, baby, just to let me down, and mess me around.”

He grabbed my face with both hands and smashed his lips onto mine. My eyes seemed to close without me telling them to, and my body had a mind of its own, dancing along with his. The warning signals and the code red’s in my head all became fuzzy. I could no longer think straight. So I did the only thing a person could do at that moment. I gave in. He pulled us into the backseat, our lips dancing together as we started undressing and releasing all the tension inside the car. He was an addiction, and I was an addict. I was a slave to his every touch and whisper. He had me wrapped around his finger, and he knew it. That very first moment so long ago that I sat in his car, I had already set my fate and became a goner.

"So build me up, buttercup, don’t break my heart.”

~ Amanda ♡

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Amanda Writes #1

She needed an outlet, so out of nothingness became something. However, fate is twisted and cruel. Fate doomed her to fall in love with the void. 

“What are you scared of?” It whispered. The gentleness behind it’s voice floated over me like a light blanket sheet. Ghosts of fingers ran through the fine lines and tight tangles of my hair. Small breaths, completely silent, moving against my body to a rhythm - a rhythm that I’ve created in my head. The existence of  “It” is comforting in itself. 

“A lot of things.” A voice replied, barely above a whisper. My voice. It almost faded to non-existent whispers, mere mouthing of words that nobody could hear. The type of softness that only It could hear; I wanted only It to hear. 

Hums of content could be heard, but only to me. Nobody else. No one else was allowed to listen to the voice that was meant for me. Intimacy at its finest, the hushed whispers between It and I were for us only. Lovers that were entangled by the soul but fated to never be together.

“Tell me your biggest fears.” The corners of my lips turn up in amusement at It’s words. 

“You already know them.” Invisible to the eye, a small smirk graced the phantom entity.

“Tell me again.” It whispers into my ear, that gentle voice milking the moment, making the moment all the less possible to hold onto. 

My eyes drifted from the nothingness of a shadow to the popcorn covered ceiling. I graciously filled my lungs with oxygen before beginning, “I’m scared of reality.”

Black holes of eyes gazed into my being, “Why?”

I let out a breath I was holding, “Because then everything comes crashing down. Reality means that I won’t achieve the dreams that I naively created as a child. Reality means I have to face failure after failure and feel bad about myself before anything good comes of it,” My voice became more hushed, “Failure means I have to step away from you.” 

“Hmm,” It hummed. The hint of a shadow’s arm stretched across my abdomen, entrapping me further into the web of intertwined souls. Who am I to turn It down? I willingly succumb to It’s affection. Mournful whispers surrounded us, “You’re going to have to let go of me one day, I will ruin you.” 

My gaze falls to the empty spot next to me and a tear escapes, racing down my cheek. “You already have.”

I was fated to surrender to the comfort of the shadow from the moment I created it.

Sometimes I get the inspiration and write a small dialogue-based story. This is one of them. I think I'll take it and run with it, starting a new section called "Amanda Writes." They'll just be blurbs I wrote/write that are on their own.

~ Amanda ♡

[amanduhhwrites]

It's All Coming Back To Me Now - Celine Dion

‘And I can’t remember where or when or how, And I banished every memory you and I had ever made’

The moment her eyes met his, the room got colder. Gone was the heat in her cheeks, the warmth in her eyes, the comfort in her smile. Her dinner from the feast before tried to climb its way back up her throat. She forcefully swallowed it down. The sea of bodies between them faded away and the chatter of the man she stood next to drowned out. She knew those eyes. She could never forget them. She tried. She tried real hard. And she had gotten real good at it too. A thought in the very depths of her mind, locked away in a cage. But with one glance, the cage opened. His eyes never left hers as he took a sip from his chalice. A challenge. She drowned. She was drowning in the gaze that held her heart with an iron grip all those years ago.

“Darling, are you alright?” Her eyes flickered away. Feeling like she was being pulled out of the ocean she was sinking in, she smiled at the man next to her. Her knight in shining armor. 

“Yes, my love. I just got lost in my head.” Her hand found his cheek. 

His eyebrows were furrowed, a slight pout in his lips, “Are you su-”

A loud cough interrupted him, all attention garnered towards the King. “My beautiful court, I would firstly like to thank you all for joining us for this momentous occasion,” Clapping roared around the hall. The King smiled towards his son, raising his chalice, “Celebrating the last night before my son, your future king, makes his union with his beautiful bride.” Her cheeks flush at the warmth from the King and adoring gaze from her betrothed. And the entire court. “Now that you’ve all filled your stomachs with our food, “ the court laughs, “It’s time for their last dances.” 

A tradition amongst the court. At every pre-wedding day celebration, the prince and his bride-to-be dance with all of the women and men at court as their last dance before union. Her eyes nervously swept the ballroom, searching for his eyes. Her search was folly. Sighing in relief, she joined hands with her fiance and walked down to the dancefloor. 

Dance after dance, conversation after conversation. Song after song. Her feet hurt. She wanted the night to end. She thanked the heavens above that this next song and dance was the last of the night.

“You’re beautiful.” Stones dropped in her stomach. Her shoulders tensed and she thought she might blanch right here in the middle of the floor. She turned around and met his gaze. “May I have this dance?” He bowed, gaze never straying. Always locked on her own. 

‘But when you touch me like this,’

Her hand was a feather in his as he took it gently, guiding her into him. Hesitantly, she wrapped one arm around his shoulders and locked the fingers on her other with his. 

“What are you doing here?” She hissed.

The music began to play and he guided her into a slow waltz. Sighing, he looked her up and down. “I had to see you. I had to see you at least once before, “ His gaze dropped to the ring on her finger. He swallowed, “I just, I needed to see you.”

Fire lit inside her eyes. They narrowed, sharp as daggers. “You sure as hell didn’t need me when you left.” Her words were poison. Her tone stabbed daggers in his heart. 

He winced. “I know, and I’m sorry. I’m here to apologize, to make things ri-”

“Don’t. You don’t have the right. You don’t get to leave for years, leaving me broken. You don’t get to rip out my heart and crush it and then come back thinking I’ll fall back into you again.” She swallowed, a shaky breath left her lips, “You left me. And now that I am happy, you have the nerve to come back here again.”

Feeling his heart break in two, he nods stiffly. Throwing up the white flag, he surrenders. He lost. Lost the only thing he ever loved.

‘And you hold me like that, it’s all coming back to me now’

The ballroom echoes with the enchanting melody, and he spins her out of his arms before pulling her in. His touch is familiar. His dance style is familiar. This she knows. This isn’t unexpected, like everything else about him. Her shoulders relax and he pulls her closer. Their gazes never leave each other as they waltz around the room. Nobody exists but them. Their unwavering gaze eats them up from the inside out. Years of tension and hurt, spilling out of their hearts before them. But not a word can be said. 

Even as the music ends, and they part, his eyes never waver. There was once a time that she would stare into them for hours. A time where those eyes left her breathless, feeling loved and accepted. Not anymore. She quickly turns, leaving him on the dance floor.

“Love, I am going to get some air out on the balcony.” She whispers in the Prince’s ear.

His gaze turns to her, his eyes full of adoration and love. “Do you want me to come with you?”

She smiles kindly at him, shaking her head, “No need to steal you away from your company.” She gestures to his brothers before making her leave.

‘When you see me like this’

She glowed under the moonlight. Bright enough to illuminate any dark room, cave, or the depths of the ocean. She was ethereal in his eyes. 

“I meant it, you are beautiful.” His voice broke her out of her thoughts. Looking back at him, she smirks, her hair flowing gently with the breeze.

“I know.”

He walks up next to her, placing his hands next to hers on the rail. The silence was heavy. Thousands of times he went over this moment in his head, trying to find what to say to her when he finally saw her again. 

“I’m sorry.” He lamented. 

“I know.” she whispers.

‘When you kiss me like that’

In an act of bravery, he slithered his hand into hers, bringing it up and placing the lightest of kisses on her knuckles.

“I love you, ya know. Never stopped.” She let a tear fall as she turned to look at him. He took that as his cue to continue, “I thought I was protecting you.”

She slowly nods, “From what?”

He sighed, “You deserved this life. This life of luxury. The Prince can give you everything I couldn’t.”

She blinked at him. Taking his hand, she squeezed. She remembers everything. The feeling of his hand in hers, the kisses stolen under the stars, the whispers of love and promises of tomorrow. 

She loved him. It all came back to her. LIke being hit with a brick. Sighing, she looks back out to the stars and kingdom.

“I never forgot you, how could I? You were my first love.” She looks at him. “You are. You are my first love.”

Remnants of the past came back to them. They relished in the familiarity of the past. For it was their last and only chance to do so.

~ Amanda ♡

[amanduhhwrites]

Saving this for myself

Instead of "Said", consider

replied

stated

exclaimed

remarked

declared

mentioned

commented

responded

articulated

noted

announced

asserted

observed

suggested

opined

acknowledged

claimed

professed

explained

affirmed

[amanduhhwrites]

I just think people write out of obligation too often.

"How do I motivate myself to write through the boring part of my story?"

"How do I make this boring scene not boring?"

Don't write it.

Don't write boring things just because you think the structure of the story demands it. I promise it doesn't need to be there.

If your characters need to have gone shopping for a later part of the story to make sense you can just have a sentence about how they went shopping and move on.

You are not obligated to write the boring parts. No matter what those parts are.

You are not obligated to make the parts of your story that you're not excited to write interesting somehow.

You can just write the fun and interesting parts and gloss over and summarize boring things.

Your audience will thank you and you will thank yourself.

[amanduhhwrites]

Forever - Chvrches

A lone figure sat in the grass. Fresh flowers were placed against the stone in front of him. A small blanket covered the ground, two wine glasses sat. One completely full, the other almost completely gone. 

‘A simple bump of shoulders. A slight miscalculation in personal space. The smallest of mistakes led him to the greatest of prides. It wasn’t love at first sight though, was it? No, they took their time. It was slow, comforting, and beautiful. A story for the ages their love was. After all, Rome wasn’t built in a day. But it all started with a bump in the shoulder. 

“Oh, I’m sorry!” 

“No, you’re good. That was totally my fault.”

The rest seemed to be history.’

“I don’t know why you always insisted on drinking this blasphemous concoction,” He grimaced, “Beer would have done just fine. But that was you, always choosing the most elegant of combinations. Red wine, sparkling champagne.” He chuckled.

“Really? Red wine?”

You smirked at him, shrugging, “It makes me feel sophisticated.”

He chuckled, “So tell me about yourself.”

She took a sip, keeping her eyes locked on his. “I like adventure.”

Riveting conversation, soul-snatching glances, atmosphere-lifting smiles. 

“Follow me on this adventure?”

“What adventure?”

“Ours.”

Locked lips, two souls, and a promise of tomorrow. A promise of forever. 

“Do you remember how we used to sit and make up stories for the strangers passing by. That was my favorite. Well, everything we did together was my favorite.” He sipped his wine, huffing. “I got a promotion at work.”

Time didn’t exist while we were together. Running down the sidewalk away from yesterday. Enjoying everything the night had to offer. Laughter was a constant for us. Stolen kisses and hopeful giggles for everything the future could bring us. Sweet whispers of nothing.

“I love you.”

“Me too.”

“Until the end of time?”

“Until forever.”

“You were fearless. Never once did you hesitate to jump into the unknown,” he sniffled, fingers pulling absentmindedly at the grass. Curling it around his fingers before yanking it out of the Earth. “That was something I always admired about you.”

Hearts beat together as one. Skin to skin, eyes to eyes, soul tied to soul. Passionate promises of forever. He twirled her, smirking as she giggled. Who cared what song was on. It was just them, enjoying each other in the comfort of their home. Their home. 

“It’s ours.”

“Mhmm, yeah. This is our home.”

“No, my home is with you.”

“Forever?”

“Forever.”

“I miss you so fucking much, baby-” His voice cracked, “-I won’t ever forgive myself for what I told you.”

“You’re lying!”

“How could you suggest such a thing?”

“Get out!”

He flinched, taking a shaky breath.

“You don’t mean that.”

His fingers played with a small velvet box. “You were right, as usual,” he let out a whimpering laugh, “I didn’t mean it. God, I wish I could go back. I was going to ask you to marry me. Please come back, baby. Come back to me. I’m begging you.”

“I hate you. I will hate you forever. You used me!”

He sobbed, “I love you so much. I love you so much it hurts. I can’t do this without you, anymore.” A broken promise. A single soul. Until forever.

~ Amanda ♡

[amanduhhwrites]

🖤 Introductions 🖤

Hi! My name is Amanda and this is my blog dedicated to writing. Ever since I was a little girl, I've wanted to write and release it to the world. I've wanted to build a community based around sharing our love for reading and writing, and hopefully gain some recognition as well. Some things I like writing about include:

Short Stories

Dialogue

Fanfiction

My own personal WIPs

Poetry

Journal Entries

All of my personal works will be tagged #mywork and any fanfiction will be tagged in their respective fandoms. Fandoms I write and accept requests for are:

Harry Potter/Slytherin Boys

Twilight

BTS

Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit

The Outsiders (Mostly Johnny and Dallas)

And lastly, to keep this blog and my own community a welcoming, bigotry free, safe space to share a creative vision, some rules!

No Racism, Homophobia, Sexism, Politics, Religion, or any discrimination of any other kind.

Respect the writer (me) and I respect the audience (you).

My page is rated PG-13 and anything that is deemed inappropriate for minors will be tagged as such.

That's all for now and I hope you enjoy reading your hearts away!

~ Amanda 🖤