Amanda Kost is a writer from Seattle, by way of Texas, Ohio and New York.

Amanda writes all the things.

She cut her teeth on scientific articles, moved on to narrative medicine, and now writes fiction.

She has completed her first novel.

One day she might write a short story. Her poetry is too awful to share.

She would leave behind the things she loved. The salt laden smell of the ferry dock. The breeze filtered through pine trees. Clouds scuttling the river gorge after a thunderstorm. Months before the day she was meant to leave he stared at her forlornly, dying inside.