I write the whimsical words that dance across my mind, the fantasies and dreams I carry.
I write the tragedies because I'm afraid to forget what I was created from, the fires that melted me down and reshaped me.
I write my pain because it's valid, it isn't something to hide, but to brandish at the feet of death. It didn't stop me so why should you?
I write what I will never tell others because I'm ashamed of being judged, but this odd little site gives me the power to grow and remember.
I write because I've found a voice in writing, a power I will not let myself shy away from.
Someday, I will speak these words, but for now, they will stay here.
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Stories by Emery
- 4 Published Stories
You look sad when you think he can...
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A penny for my thoughts
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Whine of heartbreak, healing, torment and laments. Gathered and put onto paper just to review and relive
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The magnificent two from Hawthore...
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As Tyler and Dmitri draw near the end of summer the two best friends launch into their senior year at Hawtho...
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