Amanda Osterday

Joined August 2021

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Reflection
The lake seemed edged in pure white marble, so boldly did the sand and stone shine in the bright day. So simple a thing, and so out of place in this meadow. He had passed through here on many a day, yet he could not recall seeing this.
By Amanda Osterday4 years ago in Fiction
Winter's Passage
Yukimi flew, and the train of her kimono, made of the lightest silk, billowed in her wake. The winter breeze tossed and played with it as the blades of her ancient, wobbly skates sliced through the ice. It mattered little that the straps bit into her skin when a single smooth stroke could send her to the far end of the pond.
By Amanda Osterday4 years ago in Fiction