A. Hamilton
Bio
I’ve dreamed of being a writer since I was seven. A typical over-achieving eldest daughter, I let life burn me out for a while — but now I’m back to chasing my dream and sharing the stories that have been waiting all along.
Stories (2)
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The Puzzle
She first noticed something was off in the final stretch of her third pregnancy. That morning, she woke as usual, stiff and overly tired, waddling to the bathroom as she already had multiple times throughout the night. But as she dropped down onto the toilet seat, she felt something shake loose inside of her, almost like shaking a box of puzzle pieces. Or somehow like a puzzle had been put together inside of the box, but by shaking it, the pieces began to break apart.
By A. Hamilton2 months ago in Fiction
A Blink of the Past
I stare into the dog’s single remaining eye and long for the past. Thea used to have the most beautiful ice-blue eyes — eyes that conveyed more expression than I’d ever thought possible in a dog: joy, spunk, peace, audacity… eyes that could tell me almost exactly what she was thinking at a given moment. A tumor stole half of that away last summer. And yet, Thea is still more herself than I have been in the last four years. Full of life and expression. Full of trust.
By A. Hamilton3 months ago in Humans
