Emma Grace
Bio
Just a girl trying to make her passion a career. Check out my writing to help sponsor my coffee habit and travel addiction :)
Stories (4/0)
Falling
My eyes are closed. I don't know why, because it wouldn't make much of a difference. Maybe I'm scared of what I might see (or, more likely, what I wouldn't see). Maybe I'm too cold to keep them open, or I worry about the saltwater hurting my eyes. That's stupid, though, because it can't anymore.
By Emma Grace5 years ago in Poets
My Best Friend Ned
When I met him, I had no idea who he would become to me. I didn't know I would have over a dozen nicknames for him, or that I would learn all his favorite foods, or that I would spend more time with him than anyone else on our team of 60+ people. This is what it's like to know him.
By Emma Grace5 years ago in Humans