Emily Whyman
Bio
Making feeling out of words is its own kind of witchcraft-- and you don't have to lug a cauldron around with you to brew up the magic.
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Stories (8/0)
My Country is Old Country
This country is old. Cloud country. Forest country. Land of sleeping hills. Bobin is sacred country, woman's country, to the Biripi people of the Kattang language group on Australia's east coast. This country sits in the foothills of the Great Dividing Range, a range of mountains that runs the length of the east coast. The soils are old volcanic soils, red as fire and fertile. The creeks rise and fall with the autumn rains and the forests burn in bushfire.
By Emily Whymanabout a year ago in Poets
The Caravan Years
It's been a long time since you've worn a collar, as long as it’s been since I've donned heels, blazers, and pencil skirts. Those artifacts of modern city living, we left them behind for a slice of life more suited to both our natures. We only met because of a divorce; another dog taken, my father grief-stricken. You were supposed to be a family dog, instead you chose me.
By Emily Whyman2 years ago in Fiction
- Runner-Up in Return of the Night Owl Challenge
The Bread of Aset
And so they told the Story of Aset. The Goddess was often represented as the perfect traditional Egyptian wife and mother— wise enough to stay in the background while things went well, but able to use her wits to guard her loved ones and adherents should the need arise. The shelter she afforded her children gave her the character of a goddess of protection, but her chief aspect was that of a great magician, whose power transcended that of all other deities.
By Emily Whyman2 years ago in Filthy