emma Writing

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supernatural

A Poem by emma

Her black feathers glazed and filled with blood, hatred and beauty.Only a candle light, in the haunted night,With a beauty that is so divine it looks ..

Misery...

A Story by emma

It was a bitter cold, cheerless evening; the fog hovered over the streets clutching the buildings, streetlamps -the entire city was in a damp icy grip..