Emilly Hipolito
Bio
Since earning the highest and desired grade in an entrance exam in Brazil, Emilly has not stopped writing. Her stories encompass all niches, but what she explores the most are memories of life and horror/suspense.
Stories (5/0)
All for a smile
It was just two clicks, two clicks and she would be free of it. But she made a mistake and for sure to change she would have to go through all the procedures. Sure enough, he was on the other side of the screen thinking he is a Robin Hood or Jesus Christ, damn it.
By Emilly Hipolitoabout a year ago in Fiction
If you are going to kill me, don't look me in the eyes
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. This is the scenario of a family that keeps countless secrets under the rug. It has an appearance, but in essence there is something that does not match what is shown, like a candle being lit in an abandoned place that no longer welcomes any living soul.
By Emilly Hipolito2 years ago in Horror
One sin, zero regret
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. That's what happed when we moved to a place among pine trees, the cabin was very comfortable, and it had an air of mystery as if there were secrets kept under lock and key, I never discovered them.
By Emilly Hipolito2 years ago in Horror
A model father and an excluded daughter
Well, how do you start a personal report? Okay, I'll start introducing myself then….. My name is Jolene Santos, and no, I'm nothing like Jolene from Dolly Parton's song. My father chose that name for me because he thought I would look like him and my mother. My father is blond and tall, with blue-green eyes, the most beautiful I've ever seen, he's the hue of the ponds of Switzerland when the sun is shining on them. My mother is Snow White herself, with short, black hair and very white, smooth skin.
By Emilly Hipolito2 years ago in Families
Summer Memoirs of a Grandfather Who Has Synesthesia
It's amazing how we are able to hear colors, feeling the sounds pra feeling the taste of shapes.. The first thing we think of when we talk about summer is a watermelon stand on a paradise beach. For me, summer tastes like strawberries, strawberries bathed in cream and sigh.
By Emilly Hipolito2 years ago in Families
