Emily McGuff

Joined June 2021

60 stories

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Author of Crystalline (self-published on Amazon)

Lover of lyrics and poetry.

Obsessed with sci-fi and fantasy.

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Sandalwood
Arms of sandalwood Encircle my chest in dreams. Please, never wake up.
By Emily McGuff3 days ago in Poets
Fleeing sparks
Crackles - white, burnt sparks flee the embrace of timber fingers curl closer
By Emily McGuff3 days ago in Poets
A buried seed
A seed swallowed long ago Has grown With little to sustain it But my belief and woes . A seed sprouted becomes Life within me -
By Emily McGuffabout a month ago in Poets
I reach out for the light
I reach out for the light Fingers reaching wide But am met with only night . My bones feel wound too tight All those fairytales, they lied
By Emily McGuffabout a month ago in Poets
You are the bomb
I’ve always loved the scent of gasoline A tinge of burning Crawling up me I crave it when you’re gone I’ve always loved the smell of your cologne
By Emily McGuff2 months ago in Poets
Death Moss
Death moss hangs on trees, Warning what’s to come, some say. Only hides shadows.
By Emily McGuff3 months ago in Poets
I'm not Crazy. Runner-Up in Masks We Wear Challenge. Top Story - October 2025.
You cannot be woman and weak Those are two things that together Spell your undoing - So I must Look like the innocent flower
By Emily McGuff3 months ago in Poets
Number heartbeats
Brains are mushy Beliefs are questions Values are clay Still to be molded - 30 - 31 - 32 Number heartbeats Wonder if they
By Emily McGuff5 months ago in Poets
Infected
I - can’t - breathe Bitterness like poison gas Slip on the mask That fits like a skull Clattering and shattering my skin
By Emily McGuff5 months ago in Poets
Misfit Toy
Be smaller, quieter Fit between the words Curl within the questions Vault upon the verbs - Be who we want The mold we make
By Emily McGuff6 months ago in Poets
A soft syllable
-No- One syllable. One utterance. So powerful and yet, You refused to hear it. - -No- I say again, Pushing back with
By Emily McGuff6 months ago in Poets
And I remembered
I see you, your shoulders hunched and your eyes pointed towards my feet. I imagine you have things to say - I know I do as well - but I can’t help but be reminded of that same posture three years before.
By Emily McGuff6 months ago in Fiction