Emily Dernoeden
Bio
Writer / Omnist / Yogi / Animal Lover / Empath / Ice Cream & Waffle Enthusiast
Stories (4/0)
The Bully
Sarah stared blankly at the open books in front of her on the kitchen table. Tired of puzzling over chemistry equations, she stepped away from her laptop and cracked open a fresh can of Pepsi. Leaning against the sink, she took a large gulp and gazed out the window at the bull pen. Ronald was eating feed, his gigantic black-brown silhouette an alarmingly dense ripple of muscles. He lowered his head and flicked his tail. Flies scattered.
By Emily Dernoeden3 years ago in Fiction
Lost World
Sinoah’s eyes cut coldly across the faces of dirty Outliers, positioned on the other side of the Path Between Lands that separates their tribes. She stands shoulder-to-shoulder with Nathan. They wear feathers and bones in their hair, and the teeth of their fallen enemies wound in leather cords around their necks. The symbol of their House, a queen, is tattooed on the outside of their wrists, illustrating their union, and visible as each parent places a hand on a shoulder of their surviving son.
By Emily Dernoeden3 years ago in Futurism
Blood Diamonds (Aren't Red)
Thea’s head felt like it was full of hot pulsing pieces of metal, jagged and rough. Her eyes were shut, but she could tell she was lying on something flat and smooth, like glass. She tried to bite down, but there was something solid and damp preventing her. She turned her head to the side and spat it out. Above her, blackbirds circled and called.
By Emily Dernoeden3 years ago in Fiction