Daughter of Hope
In the evenings, the Ohio dome was my refuge. Lying between the corn stalks, the translucent glass barrier was nearly invisible, a swath of stars on display. For that moment, the world seemed unchanged.
Emily FinePublished 5 months ago in Fiction
A Tough Decision
"We can't give her away," I found myself saying, eyes welling. “Maybe we can convince your parents to take her." My husband and I had never intended to adopt two, let alone one puppy during our nine months in Israel. But here we were, two adorable, rambunctious puppies chasing each other around our apartment.
Emily FinePublished 8 months ago in PetlifeThe Benefits of Failure
All winter I yearned for nights like these—the air thick with humidity, redolent with pine and cut grass. But stepping out of the restaurant, my senses recede behind a single sentence: “We are so proud of you Cassie." The words, meant for my sister, tumbled from my father's mouth moments before as he raised a glass. I am seething with jealousy, then hating myself for it, a surfer betrayed by the wave he meant to ride.
Emily FinePublished 8 months ago in HumansGuilty Pleasures
In an interview with Christopher Paolini several years ago, I asked him why he is drawn to the fantasy genre. He replied, "You get to experience and go places that would otherwise be impossible. One of the things that makes us human is that we can dream, we can dream of things that never were and never can be and fantasy allows us to tap into that." *
Emily FinePublished 8 months ago in FuturismUndiminished
“Mable, my Mable” he muttered, voice raspy, palm limp in hers. He willed his eyes open, but like a door shoved by a strong wind, they inevitably slammed shut again. Then his lips quirked up ever so slightly, his eyes fixing on her one last time, red and glassy but holding a glimmer of what they always had—devotion with a hint of jest. His forehead glistened with sweat and for a moment his breath stilled. But then he tugged her arm and pulled her forward, whispering, “The floorboard. The loose one at the back of the closet. Forgive me Mable. Forgive me.”
Emily FinePublished 9 months ago in Humans
