Finding that reality isn't as page turning as the novels on my shelves, I tend to escape into mysterious and compelling worlds of my own-- worlds beckoning me nearer with the curl of a finger and sly tilt of the lips. Writing captures my wisps of imagination and forms them into stories I hope are as vivid in words as they are in my crazy little mind.
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Stories by Emilee Wise
Mooi: A Beauty and the Beast Retel...
Mirrors are Princess Tova's addiction; she absolutely fawns over their silent declarations of her beauty and...
A Flower Boy, A Doctor, and A Miss...
Roses and irises are perennials. Both seem to wither and die in the fall, but, once spring prys itself out of...