Amy Christie

Joined October 2021

204 stories

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Passionate writer and journalist, striving to create meaningful connections.

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Vanishing Light
In my heart stays a wish the one I never told and couldn't show, the way to climb above the clouds tear wall of fear and let love
By Amy Christie3 years ago in Poets
Finding Heart Mirror
Once there was only gray anticipation, no yearning, and no trust, the good that came was just an echo, it only lasted for a second,
By Amy Christie3 years ago in Poets
Love Takes a Go
If you could weave a bridge from this kiss and the next, from shared breath to what waits tomorrow would it be silver, blue,
By Amy Christie3 years ago in Poets
Can't Stay, Can't Run
Numb sunshine and this smile feels frozen heart can't touch the joy I used to feel each time I heard your steps.
By Amy Christie3 years ago in Poets
Steer the Sea
Salty the night fear blooming in meadow disdain, forgiveness mingle and dance step into nightmare, up in dreams,
By Amy Christie3 years ago in Poets
Carriage Paws Running Train
A meadow filled with sunshine, chocolate tea, and a bunny. Oh, no! Where did they go? It felt like a nap, but it must've been a lot longer. The last I remember was sitting in my armchair and solving puzzles with Jinx, my cat.
By Amy Christie3 years ago in Fiction
Delicious Temptation
Wandering delight of luscious possibilities flavors of cinnamon, vanilla, sprinkled nutmeg and sea salt to top off caramel
By Amy Christie3 years ago in Poets
Every Time the Sun Shines
Wishing into another dream, I dipped inside a lake, turquoise water greeted my steps I looked back; no trace of the past
By Amy Christie3 years ago in Poets
Riding the Wind
The breeze touches your soul, it calls you to come for a spell on life’s roads but up high over the clouds where stars and thoughts can be touched
By Amy Christie3 years ago in Poets
Ride to Heaven or Evil
It's snowing outside; drifts come and go. Sunshine is muffled and fights hard for a chance to get beyond the clouds. Rain and sleet came together in the morning. Once I got back from the office, it all turned into snowflakes. Maybe tomorrow morning we can make a snowman or some angels.
By Amy Christie3 years ago in Fiction
Icewind Rhyme
If skating on a glass brought you here, to talk to wind would you look beyond frosted words trapped in unending circle
By Amy Christie3 years ago in Poets
Afterworld Train
Smoke fills my head; ashes fly around, but it's quiet now. I smell and feel a scent. Cupcakes and chocolate ice cream. Am I still dead or just woke up at home? And I feel movement, a halt, then move again.
By Amy Christie3 years ago in Fiction