Emmaline Swallow

Joined June 2023

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Bio

(Wannabe) serious reader. Amateur writer. I collect and string words together as an attempt to try to understand this wild but beautiful life.

Stories (7/0)

Ella Mae is Dead
(This story was originally published in Medium.) I didn’t expect it would end like this — thought Ella Mae as she looked down at her body.
By Emmaline Swallow6 months ago in Fiction
Hurtling Through Time
Somehow through the years We lost the ability to go slow to wait to do nothing to be idle . There seems to be an unseeing string of force
By Emmaline Swallow7 months ago in Poets
A Letter I Cannot Deliver to My Teenage Daughter
I was sitting in the waiting room. In came a little toddler. Her face was round as a soft full moon. Eyes as innocent and bright as a newborn star. Short pudgy legs (why and how could they be so cute).
By Emmaline Swallow7 months ago in Psyche
A Mother Who Writes
I would love to sit down to write, sure, but first I have to get the laundry started. I would love to take a few minutes to plot,
By Emmaline Swallow7 months ago in Poets
The Fishmonger’s Daughter
It was at the fish stall that I saw her. My face lit up. We had recently started talking at school. I tried to catch her eyes, trying to say hi to her, amidst the throng of the bustling morning crowd.
By Emmaline Swallow7 months ago in Psyche
He Was Really Sick but I Didn’t Know How To Help Him
I heard the rattling of the front gate first. The padlock banged against the gate, clanging in an urgent way. I looked up from my reading in the living room and there you were, standing out there like a ghost from my past, waving at me and calling my name.
By Emmaline Swallow7 months ago in Psyche
Solitude
The truth is I feel intruded This constant and aggressive building Tree after tree being torn up-woods cleared-the diminishing green space
By Emmaline Swallow7 months ago in Poets

Emmaline Swallow

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Ella Mae is Dead

Hurtling Through Time

A Letter I Cannot Deliver to My Teenage Daughter

A Mother Who Writes

The Fishmonger’s Daughter

He Was Really Sick but I Didn’t Know How To Help Him

Solitude

Stories (7/0)