Amanda Schutt

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StoryAnd two of them were searching for lost souls Amanda Schutt012 years 2 weeks ago
StoryAlluringly abandoned Amanda Schutt012 years 2 weeks ago
StoryWonderful Amanda Schutt012 years 2 months ago
StoryScissors Amanda Schutt012 years 2 months ago
StoryMy father Amanda Schutt012 years 2 months ago
StoryI am not anti-men Amanda Schutt012 years 2 months ago
StoryHeart and Fist Amanda Schutt012 years 2 months ago
StoryI am America Amanda Schutt012 years 2 months ago
StoryFor every dream that shatters, another one comes true Amanda Schutt012 years 2 months ago

My stories

I am not anti-men

I am not anti-men. Although nine out of ten tries, I have been proven wrong we somehow fail to move along get tripped up by routine the ordinary makes me scream and you live for structure breathe each breath, steady and sure

For every dream that shatters, another one comes true

His dog died in a fire, so he became a fire fighter Her mom suffered through cancer, so she became a doctor His cousin was shot walking home one night, so he became a cop Her dad raped and abused her, so she became a counselor

And two of them were searching for lost souls

She ran down to the ocean Sliding over the valleys Slipping through the cracks Swirling her feet through the sand Stepping softly into the waves The foamy lips licked her ankles And the salty sea steadily rose higher and higher

Heart and Fist

It's a funny thing that your heart is shaped like your fist. Hearts break all the time but how often do fists break? Bigger fists can hurt more but does that mean that bigger hearts hurt more? I think so.

Scissors

The scissors remind me of sex. The smooth ocean blue calms me down until the circles morph into a young girl right in front of my eyes. The sensual curves and pleasing twists of the handle rearrange their complex and interwoven lines until they form a shape I recognize as my own image.

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