Emily Sinclair Montague
Bio
Author, poet, and full-time writer - life is ecstasy, so let's live it!
Stories (3/0)
People Who Come From Storms
They called me a quack and a mystic, but I knew better. I was the same thing my mother had been, and her mother before her - I was a healer, and I was worth respecting. So when the men looked sideways at me and the women whispered rumors behind their hands, I only smiled, laughing at the irony of people who gossiped behind my back then begged at my door the moment they needed my help.
By Emily Sinclair Montague3 years ago in Fiction
My Mother, the Alchemist
Before I was born, my parents couldn’t pick a name for me. My mother told me I was a womb full of questions, at once her companion and a stranger shifting softly inside her body. She did not know my sex, my potential, or anything else about me - but she believed in the possibilities of life, and she diligently took shots of insulin each day so that I could one day believe in them, too.
By Emily Sinclair Montague3 years ago in Humans
