Emma For Everyone

It was a brutally cold Michigan winter day, as I got my snow stuff on and trudged out to our backyard in Gobles. The tree's branches were weighed down with snow, and the snow on the ground reached my knees. I didn't know where my brothers had went, but I found myself in the back looking at an old sled that had gotten filled with water, and frozen over. Inspecting it, I found that a worm had gotten lodged in the ice and was frozen inside of it. I ripped my gloves off and started digging at the ice with my bare fingers, in hopes to get the worm out. Finally, I got it. My hands frozen and red from the cold, I held the worm in my hand. It didn't occur to me until then that obviously it was dead and there was no saving it, but I dug a hole in the ground and covered it with earth. I couldn't have been more than 9 or 10. I don't know if I've ever told anyone in my family that story. Maybe I was embarrassed that I even tried to save a worm that was clearly frozen to dea...

My dad has been nudging me to write for months now. And every time I say I will, with the full intent of doing it at some point. But whenever I open my laptop, or a notebook, I genuinely don't know where to start. I think I've been avoiding writing about myself and how I'm doing, because once I write about it, there's no going back. I will actually have to face how I am feeling. Which is not good. Kind of bad, actually. I know that today is definitely a heightened emotional day for me, so that will be projected onto this, but that's okay. Maybe I'm feeling more honest today. Today, May 5th, I was supposed to leave for Italy. Gone for the rest of the month, two weeks with a group from my school, and two weeks with two of my good friends here at Adrian. Those second two weeks we were going to be alone, backpacking around and exploring the country and ourselves. I didn't realize how upset I was about this delay of my trip until today. I think I was relying he...

The waterfall rushed down the rocks with a steady, consistent flow of water. Dahlia grew to rely on the sound and sight of the waterfall. It gave her reassurance that the land was still full of life. The sun peeked in between the tall trees, and their leaves casted shadows on the forest floor. Dahlia stretched her arms out, and lifted her wings into a sun spot, letting the warmth seep into the little crevices and folds that her wings held. She looked around, surveying the woods around her. The balsam fir trees stood in their rightful places, they filled out the forest with full, green branches, accompanied by yellow birch trees standing tall and mighty. Of course, all of the trees loomed over the little fairy, who only stood at a mere 3 inches tall. Her size didn’t matter though, she played an important role in watching over her forest. She resided in a homemade hut, crafted out of moss, twigs, mud from the river, and bark. She loved her little home, and her job.  Dahlia wigg...