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Amanda

About Me

"I wanted to be one of those people who have streaks to maintain, who scorch the ground with their intensity. But for now, at least I knew such people, and they needed me, just like comets need tails."

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

I've had two different chances to run into them, and yet I still have not met any of the Cold War Kids. GOD I would love to talk to Jonnie. Jonnie Russell about guitars, Nathan Willett about the rickety old piano and where it came from... but I feel bad and have no idea what I'd ask Maust or Aveiro :( don't get me wrong, though, they are made of just as much win as Jonnie and Nathan, but I just don't know what to ask them. They're way too cool for me, that's all.

My Blog

Occurences in Arches

            Ive dreamt of meeting people in hallways, and alleys. I dont know why. They never make sense, he said, voice low, not breaking gaze with her. She remained quiet. Then            Are ...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Jul 2009 01:44:00 GMT

Take my well worn hand

"Thanks, Pippa," Smith mumbled hollowly, forcing himself to move away from the packaged up memories and to blindly search for Pippa's leash, knowing he would only cringe in the light and lock himself ...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Feb 2009 12:48:00 GMT

The Prisoner

   The sun shot arrow-like beams of light through the wooden roof as she was brought in to the throne room, the four guards dressed in their periwinkle silk making whispers on the floor as t...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Aug 2008 08:09:00 GMT

irrelevant musings

For some reason, I seem to keep coming back to him. I have no idea why, but I do. It doesn't make sense, cos even though my friends say how we'd somehow fit, and I disagree (to an extent), I still can...
Posted by on Mon, 21 Jul 2008 01:44:00 GMT

from where I stand

If life's just like a story, then I'd say the generalised class of 08 is at one of the climaxes. It's the point where the hero or heroine has set out on their voyage and have come to the dark and slig...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Jun 2008 21:45:00 GMT

The Resistance and her Phoenix

Light. There was so much light. And fire. So much fire. He felt like his skin had become the sun. He should be dead, still be dead, yet this... he was a phoenix rising from his funeral pyre, but how? ...
Posted by on Fri, 28 Mar 2008 22:49:00 GMT

The Storyteller

   Once upon a time there was a traveling storyteller who was renowned throughout the country, her name as common as one's neighbor. Even though she traveled all over the land she preferred ...
Posted by on Sat, 13 Oct 2007 23:25:00 GMT

children of dragons (???)

Nolita's anniversary of her first night in White Orchard is not a pleasant occasion for her. Plagued with thoughts of death she tries to surround herself with life, but it is not enough. Just as she i...
Posted by on Fri, 31 Aug 2007 20:55:00 GMT

The day the music died

     "Are you sure we're allowed in here?" Seth asked hesitantly, glancing up and down the halls as Crow fished with the keychain.      "Why wouldn't we be? I ...
Posted by on Thu, 19 Jul 2007 00:13:00 GMT

"The Glass Piano"

Very random idea I got stuck in my head yesterday... somehow came up with a terribly vague story line to go with it.... but here's what I've got, and yeah, I know it's strange :) With her eyes closed ...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Jun 2007 19:09:00 GMT