Author Emma Malia
“If we were in a movie… but we’re not.” We’re not! I just have to keep telling myself that. This is not a movie. Nothing is going to happen. Nothing bad. Nothing scary. Nothing. It’s a Monday night. Nothing ever… Continue Reading →
“You did that for her?” You look up at the trees overhead, big leafy London plane trees. “Widely considered to be the world’s most reliable city tree”, at least by some know-it-all you met at a party thrown by a… Continue Reading →
Group Chat: Ainsley Harrt, Madison Levy, Brooke McElick, Riley Scott Today 3:17 PM Brooke: My dad is going to ground me for life!!!!! Ainsley: OMG WHY?!!!!!!!! Madison: What did you do?!!! Brooke: Ok but you guys have to promise not… Continue Reading →
Octember 36th I sat beneath the Storytelling Tree. I sat beneath the Storytelling Tree looking up into its branches, craning my neck backwards to follow them as far as I could with my eyes without moving the rest of me…. Continue Reading →
Street Snippets – 2020 November – Emma Malia “Do what you have to do,” she said I have to walk down the street with the red buildingsFive windows, six windows, five windows high I have to walk past the church… Continue Reading →
“I can’t believe she told me that!”I wonder if that’s what’s going through people’s minds, if that’s what they’re thinking on the rare occasions when I share such things?That’s why I keep them to myself most of the time, these… Continue Reading →
“At one time, there was a defiant little girl, standing in front of the bull, like this…”Hands on hipsChest puffed outShe stood tall “At one time, there was a defiant little girl, standing in front of the bull, like this…”She… Continue Reading →