emma : Writing

supernatural

supernatural

A Poem by emma


Her black feathers glazed and filled with blood, hatred and beauty.Only a candle light, in the haunted night,With a beauty that is so divine it looks ..
Misery...

Misery...

A Story by emma


It was a bitter cold, cheerless evening; the fog hovered over the streets clutching the buildings, streetlamps -the entire city was in a damp icy grip..