Emily Finhill
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I'm just a tormented spinster authoress, trapped in the life of a happy suburban mom.
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Meltdown: Chapter One
*Originally published on Medium* I remember how it all began. With anger, hunger, and hate. Even when I couldn’t remember my own name, I remembered the anger, sparked by a playground tyrant with cold eyes. Fanned by the words they wrote on our house, and the things they called my father. Anger that roared so hot, it began to feel good, burning away every other feeling. I fed the hate to the anger and the anger grew stronger, consuming everything, creating a safe barrier of ash around me.
By Emily Finhill3 years ago in Fiction
Snow in the Woods
Ice crunched under the tiny feet of a child almost as pale as the frost. The forest loomed over the child and her companion, trees shaking shaggy heads in dismay. The man led the child by the hand. He had a sharp boulder of a face, and barely a glint of humanity in his little pebble eyes. The girl was cold. She wore only her nightgown, made of the finest white linen and embroidered with gold thread. The royal crest graced her collar, but she was yet too young to know what that meant. The man yanked on her, pulling her farther into the shadowed woods.
By Emily Finhill3 years ago in Fiction
