Amanda Starks
Bio
Epic fantasy writer, poet, and hopefully soon-to-be novelist who wants to create safe spaces to talk about mental health. Magic, swords, and monsters abound!
You can check out my website here!
RE:SURGENCE now available for download!
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Voice of the Forest. Honorable Mention in Mismatch Challenge.
Sap, grime and blood coated Vex’s boots as he traversed the murky streets of Old Carthus. Residents milled about on their crumbling entryway steps and tightly packed balconies, giving him wary glances down their noses as his cloaked form slithered past them in the fog. Anyone who grew up in these parts would know the stories of the leather clad Resin Hunters and their brutal purpose. Whenever one of them appeared, it meant death was afoot.
By Amanda Starks2 years ago in Fiction
How to Write With Chronic Illness. Top Story - March 2024.
Do you ever open up Vocal and see a ton of notifications from other creators who are pumping out stories weekly, daily, hourly, and wonder why you are incapable of being as fruitful with your work? Today I'm here to tell you that you're not 'lazy' or any less of a writer than they are, because more than likely you looked at the title of this article and said: "Yes, I have a chronic illness and I am a writer, but how do I maintain both without ruining the other?"
By Amanda Starks2 years ago in Writers
Precipice Chapter III: RE: INTEGRATION
CHAPTER I CHAPTER II _____________________ A few days later, Avery was finally cleared to leave the city hospital. The call from the nurse was brief, simply describing Avery’s condition as “stable enough.” Normally Nikolai would question the nurse on the fidelity of her lack-luster conclusion, but the memory of Avery’s tears silenced any medical concerns he had. At this point, getting her out of that environment of stress and loneliness would do far more for her than leaving her strapped to a hospital bed.
By Amanda Starks2 years ago in Chapters
Within Your Pages; My Dreams
Dear Journal, Hello, it has been some time, hasn't it? It is as you say, the previous year was agony, but as time marches on in that steady way that it does, I can't help but be pulled along its currents and look forward to the new horizons before me.
By Amanda Starks2 years ago in Fiction
Precipice Chapter I: The Fall
The first thing Avery Thompson could recall was her body falling through a violent, stormy sky. Below her was nothing but the roiling waves of a disturbed ocean and the shadows cast by each peak and trough. The air was bitterly frigid - slices of cold lanced her cheeks, chest and arms and tangled into her jacket and hiking pants.
By Amanda Starks2 years ago in Chapters
