Featured Slider

come find me

She stood on the precipice, hugging her pale arms to her chest and staring at the gray ocean. The tugging. The tugging was there again, pulling her heart so hard she thought she might tumble off the cliff into the churning waters below.

Everything seemed only to be a weak reflection of Something.

She closed her eyes, breathing slowly and deeply. There was more. There had to be more. Her heart beat, one after another, pounding beneath her frail chest. Alive. Pulsing. Blood throbbing through her veins. There had to be more.

Holding out her shaking hands in front of her, she stared at the scars lining her fingers, the callouses on her palms, the fine prints planted in her skin. She could love. She could feel beauty, joy, and pain far surpassing the boundaries of physicality. Boring her eyes into her hands, she searched. Searched for something underneath the skin, the flesh, and the bone. Where was she? Her body encompassed her, trapping her into the solid tangibility of earth. But she was more. Something more than physicality, more than breath, more than mortal life.

The tugging at her heart pulled her again. She looked across the ocean. The churning, moving ocean. There was more. There was something past the skyline, the earth, the stars. She was more. She was more than all she had learned. She was more than all she had done. She was more than mortality.

She was immortal. She was more.

There was Someone. There was Something. It beamed at her from the galaxies. It spoke to her from the stars. It was beyond everything any earthly being had ever known.

She belonged There.

Melodies whispered in her ears. Bright turquoise, orange, and vivid pinks burst from the horizon. There was Light. There was Love. There was so much more than she had ever known. With her voice screaming in her chest, she released her clenched fists and allowed the winds to wash over her face.

Come find me.


 "For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I have been fully known." - 1 Corinthians 13:12

five poisoned apples | cover reveal

If you are a young writer with a knack for penning engaging stories and with a love of fairy tales as old as time, you may be interested in this fairy tale retelling contest hosted by Anne Elisabeth Stengl and her Rooglewood Press. The final fairy tale contest out of their four-book collection is none other than 
Isn't the cover a beauty?
For more details on how you can pen a Snow White retelling and win a spot for your name on that lovely cover, visit Rooglewood's website detailing the process! Happy writing, friends.

be back soon

As I am taking part in an adventure this summer, I will be stepping back from my spontaneous blogging during these warm, sticky months. I'll be back in the fall with hopefully more stories and prose to share, but in the meantime, enjoy your summer, friends, and eat many s'mores and hotdogs in true American fashion.

xo, emily

P.s. I'll be posting one friendly announcement June 1st, so be on the lookout for a writing opportunity! Love and hugs.