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Amber
Over 90 days ago
United States

About

I live in the Northern Virginia suburbs near Washington, D.C. with my husband and kids. With the exception of pieces written specifically for stories space contests, the stories and poems I post on here have generally not been well received elsewhere, and I am looking for honest feedback on them so I can learn how to write more effectively.

Interests
good food, positive discourse, Bible study, reading, writing, watching movies

Favorite Books
Mere Christianity, Survivor, Darkness Visible, The Metamorphosis, The World According to Garp, The Dark Tower Series, The Song of Ice and Fire Series

Favorite Authors
C.S. Lewis, Chuck Palahniuk, David Sedaris, Sarah Vowell, Stephen King, John Irving

Favorite Movies
Magnolia, Taxi Driver, The Big Lebowski, Harold and Maude, Secretary, I Spit On Your Grave

Favorite Music
Weezer, Billy Joel, The Jayhawks, Wilco, Alanis Morissette, Barenaked Ladies
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The Last Summer Before Life

Responsible Glenn is on the edge of adulthood, but can his mother handle letting him go?

The red bathing suit stood out from all the others, its modest cut being a departure from the scant bikinis dominating the poolside. I noticed the girl wearing it from under an umbrella. She moved with ease in and out of the water, shoulders glistening with whatever oil she’d rubbed into them. As for me, I rarely emerged from my shaded little corner, lest my pale skin burn and blister. I was self-conscious about so much t...

Ashley awoke in the middle of the night to find fifteen missed calls on her phone. Her first instinct was to wake Bill, but as she reached for him, she had an alarming thought.Wasn’t he on call last night?Ashley allowed her hand to hover briefly, indulging a momentary false assurance.Upon touching her husband, she sighed in uneasy relief as the faces of a dozen people she loved flashed through her mind. It was unexpected...

Earl

Originally written as an exercise for people watching week at a writer's group.

Earl Powell pushed a shopping cart filled with two huge bags of dog food up to the counter. He also had three pouches of bacon-flavored treats, several packages of flea treatments, and boxes and boxes of little blue bags. There was very little in the cart for his own use; just a can of beans, a loaf of bread, and a jar of peanut butter. His needs were pretty simple, but he had a lot of canine mouths to feed, and that was...

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