Amanda Mowery
Writer, Designer, Explorer
Creative Writing
Kendall
Eddie tried not to glance down at his watch again. He had glanced at it 6 times in the last 15 minutes, as he watched the boat get closer and closer along the horizon. It wasn’t fast enough for him. After two years without seeing the only four people he cared about, here they were 50 feet away from him and he couldn’t wait any longer. Continuously Eddie pushed back the same lingering question, was Kendall on the boat? He’d extended an invite to her but never received a reply. He finally disregarded the idea. Along with her paralyzing fear of the ocean to keep her away, Kendall deserved better than a boyfriend who abandoned her for two years. It was better for him to expect nothing so that he was never disappointed...
Many Lives
The thing that latched on to me the most on the paper in front of me was the smiley face. I felt strange sitting there, looking at this face that looked happier than I had felt in two months. There were five faces on the paper, but I still couldn’t move down the line to review my other options. It had taken a lot of courage to even mention the possibility of antidepressants to my doctor. I hated doctors and I hated medication, but there was something about the physical pain that I was constantly in that made me ask. Nothing else was working; even the specialist doctors I had been to didn’t really understand how to fix me. So here I sat taking the “How does that make you feel?” test, in order to get a prescription....
One Man Army
Kennith knew they were there. He could feel their presence. He listened for their breathing as his mind raced from one thought to another. His body was numb and he knew that his tactile senses would not fully return until he actually moved. Were they standing over him waiting to see if I were still alive? Was the muzzle of a gun pointed at his brain, waiting to snuff out his life if he opened his eyes? The questions continued but he knew that he must move...