Emily Brandt

Joined July 2021

0 stories

Bio

I write a little bit of everything.

Part-Time Daydreamer. Full-time coffee drinker.

Follow along for stories about love and adventure that often take a dark twist.

Stories (17/0)

I haven't been sleeping well
I haven't been sleeping well. No matter how much I wish to escape into the deep world of the night sky behind my closed eyelids.
By Emily Brandt3 months ago in Poets
That Time of Year
Snowcapped trees, and twinkling lights. All the colors of my childhood strung across branches of plastic. Bulbs of every color reflect a face I recognize, but do not accept as my own.
By Emily Brandt3 months ago in Poets
Within Your Garden Walls
I took a walk through your gardens I listened to the hollow breeze that takes the branches And pushes the leaves up, and up
By Emily Brandt3 months ago in Poets
Stubborn Pride
Blue like the walls that Covered your heart to mine and The tears that drowned me
By Emily Brandt3 months ago in Poets
Vicious Ends
The rumble of Chase’s run-down Chevy announced his arrival in White Lily Valley. A small, quaint town, of a few thousand people. Known for nothing and no one. The perfect place to start over. He’d left the city behind him and with it, all of the past. With him, he carried only his backpack, wallet, and whatever he could stuff into an old suitcase that had been smushed into the trunk.
By Emily Brandt4 months ago in Horror
White Screen
White blizzards blind me Up here so high I see it All I missed before
By Emily Brandt4 months ago in Poets
Adventure Awaits
Look! Beyond the shore I see the great heights not crossed Tomorrow, I go
By Emily Brandt4 months ago in Poets
A Mother's Love
The forest always felt like magic in the morning. The early breeze caressed Dalinda's scales and kissed her nostrils awake. She blinked to see the morning sun streaming through the trees and trickling down onto the floor of her den.
By Emily Brandt5 months ago in Fiction
Endless Midnight
It didn’t end the way it did in fairytales. It didn’t start that way, either. We were rather like an endless current of waves, constantly crashing into each other that inevitably would be pulled apart by an unknown and unstoppable force. The only trace of our meeting, a trail of pieces left behind on the shore. A ring, a letter, an unanswered text message sent at 3:03 am.
By Emily Brandt7 months ago in Poets
Hunter & Heather
Hunter went to the same coffee shop five days a week. The coffee was fine, not worth the $5 a cup, but Hunter didn’t mind that. He wasn’t there for the coffee.
By Emily Brandt8 months ago in Fiction
5 Things You May Not Know About Being a Party Princess
Being a party princess is not for the faint of heart. It is a profession that takes a lot of drive and a certain kind savoir-faire to pull off.
By Emily Brandtabout a year ago in Journal
Imperfect Glory
I knew you before I met you. I knew the way you’d smile. Your cheek’s blush of pink and red. The way you’d look at me.
By Emily Brandtabout a year ago in Poets