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My name is Amanda Sims. I have wanted to be a writer since I was eight years old when I started writing poetry and short stories. I suppose, my third grade english teacher is to blame. She always encouraged me to keep writing and I would make it someday.
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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Past, present and future: 1 of 80
"Missing Pieces"My heart has been under a shadowlocked away for yearsIn your grasp for so longand buried by my fearsknowing I should tell youthe words I could not sayhiding from your eyesfeelings that never went awayMy heart trembles at your voicethe tears begin to fallthe words finally come outas I tear down the wallbut stil... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Pain from love: 14 of 917
The summer rain fallscold against my cheekas you kiss me goodbyeyour touch,like feathers on my chinas the drops pelt my skinyou, my shelterkeep me dry as we embracethen you let go and turn from meleaving me standing aloneand as the rain fallsmy heart begins to breakand I drown. More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Lust: 5 of 320
Lying here anxiously awaiting the arrival of your touchand the taste of your skin on my lipsmy mind is filled with nothing, but you...Your roaming hands searching my bodyhunting for delightplanting kisses down my necksomething I just can't fightYour hands on my hipsrunning down my thighsseeing that needhaunting your eyesfeeli... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Birth: 13 of 85
The Birth Of One The birth of my second child was filled with joy and sorrow. The hospital room was decorated in soothing pink and blue pastel pattern, but it felt cold to me. The epidural could not ease the pain that lingered in my heart that day. I was about to give birth to my second little boy and I was grateful for him, ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dark poems: 247 of 1317
"Wicked Beauty"He roams the streets at nightlurking in the shadowssearching for preyseeking his next victimstalking the mortal communityin search of a life to stealan innocent girl falls into the armsof this morbid angelhis bright eyes search her soulhis canines pierce her neckas she lets out a sigha mixture of pain and Ecsta... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Your earliest memory: 62 of 310
The Fish Tank-My earliest memory is kind of a goofy one. I remember my fourth birthday. My neighbor's daughter came down the stairs to my birthday party and upon entering told me that I was becoming "an old lady". I was infuriated by this for some reason and it ruined my party. I stomped off and locked myself in my room until... More..
Relationships & Family > Married Life What should a husband do to make his wife happy?: 20 of 99
My friend tells me that my husband is an anomaly. I laughed at first, but then I thought about it and actually she is right. I can't tell you how many times friends of mine will tell their significant others to be more like him. That is what I think about, those little sweet things he does, when he is getting on my nerves. Le... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poem ideas for baby shower invitations: 10 of 39
we'll play and laughand have a ballcome family and friendscome one and allsoon to arrive:my bundle of joythe doctor saysIt's a boy!Come with usand celebrateat 2 o'clock sharpso don't be late!we hope to see youand have some funbefore the arrivalof our little one! More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: My Prince Charming: 5 of 12
Every little girl dreams of the day she finds prince charming coming to her rescue. We spend much of our young lives looking for this package of perfection that is going to show up just at the moment we need him. Funny, we realize early that the rest of our life is quite unlike a fairy tale, but still know that those muscular... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Struggle: 100 of 215
Silent ScreamsHe just stood there watching in awe as that man walked away with his heart. A silent scream formed in the back of his throat and the bridge beneath his feet seemed to crumble.The ocean grasped at him with mouth agape and swallowed him whole and as his love floated by he drowned beneath her feet. He cries to her ... More..