Ember Smyth : Writing

Food

Food

A Poem by Ember Smyth


Can not see clearly Silent screams and skinny dreams Have to be perfect
Home

Home

A Poem by Ember Smyth


A girl who drifts from abusive situation to abusive situation
Robot

Robot

A Poem by Ember Smyth


You can’t program children.
Broken

Broken

A Poem by Ember Smyth


Bought an oven Had a kid Liked the new oven Liked the new kid The oven cooks food right The kid gets good grades, right? Something wrong wit..
Resident

Resident

A Story by Ember Smyth


Monster

Monster

A Poem by Ember Smyth


There are monsters in my closet They lurk throughout the night Creeping through the shadows where there is no light Their favorite place is underne..
My Name was Emily

My Name was Emily

A Book by Ember Smyth


My name was Emily. I was eight years old. I am dead. I died during the beginning of the apocalypse. That was nine years ago. Now I help others move on..
His Name was Elliot

His Name was Elliot

A Chapter by Ember Smyth


I sit inside a train, watching. Outside is a red haired boy and a red haired woman. His mother. I've been watching this particular boy for a while now..
The Calm before the Storm

The Calm before the Storm

A Chapter by Ember Smyth


As I wake up, I hear the birds outside. I wonder what they're talking about. I stand up on my bed so I can open my curtains. There's a red bird sittin..
The Hunter

The Hunter

A Poem by Ember Smyth


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