Julie Emma

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2020

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“It was dark and cold” by Julie Emma

It was dark and cold. Odd how one doesn’t expect New Year’s Eve to be a cold night, yet it always is, without fail.The girl shivered, walking briskly along the narrow path. She could hear the sound of celebration all around her, behind every door she passed, through every lit up window. She couldn’t say she envied them. She’d participated in the festivities before and she hadn’t been impressed. As far as she could tell, a New Year’s Eve party had nothing to offer but the promise of ...

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“Philomela and Diadon” by Julie Emma

I remember a story. I believe it was a rather sad one.It is told that in the very beginning there were two spirits.One was he who roamed the woods and cities and ruled over the minds of men. Revered in all, respected, obeyed, he brought order to where so ever his travels led. Where he came from, no one could say for sure. Yet his origins were never questioned, mostly because it was clear to the people who had had the fortune of encountering him that he did not like the subject. It is a tale of beginning...

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“Pendle” by Julie Emma

"Who are you?"I rocked back on my heels, as I did every time I was faced with a difficult question, which recently had become quite often."No one."The older girl frowned."Well that's not true. You're clearly someone, you just don't wanna say."...

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“A book that’s never been written” by Julie Emma

I didn’t notice him at first. I have a vague recollection of seeing him come in once, but I can’t honestly say whether it had been him or some other shadow resembling him. He’d never be spotted in a crowd for he had virtually no defining features. Each time I set my eyes on him, he would change his appearance, adjusting to match his surroundings, a chameleon hiding in plain sight. I can’t explain the phenomenon. Don’t ask me what colour his eyes were, I wouldn’t for the life of me be able to tell you. His eyes changed with the weather, th...

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“The will” by Julie Emma

Thomas Portman had always liked games. As a little boy, as a teenager, as an adult and now as an old man on his deathbed, he still loved them. Of course, those who knew him would seldom refer to these joys of his as games. They might suggest instead “prank” or “cruel joke” or other words which I’m afraid I am unable to include, considering the present setting. Lying still in his dimly lit room, Mr. Portman couldn’...

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“Road to Heaven” by Julie Emma

My eyes suddenly opened. It was like waking up from a dream; the slight disorientation, the uncertainty of what was real and what was not and then the slow realization that it had indeed been all a dream. I looked around in panic, but there was nothing to be seen. Everything was dark and blurry. I couldn’t even tell what I was lying ...

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An aspiring writer just like everyone else here