Emma Williams
Bio
I am a college student from Texas who never really had a platform from which she could share her writing. I want to be listened to, not just heard, because I am bold and bright. My main loves are my dog, my family, and rivers.
Stories (3/0)
She Definitely Doesn’t Need You Anymore
Most people know that conflict is a heavily defining part of life; this is one thing that goes without saying. From arguing with a parent over curfew to disagreeing with the way a coworker accomplishes tasks or having to continually remind your housemate to take care of chores, everyone has encountered conflict. While conflict in itself isn’t bad, the way people handle it determines whether the effect is positive or negative. Much like in real life, in literature, conflict is essential. It is the base on which all other aspects of the story branch from, and without conflict there would be no plot line, which would result in having nothing interesting to read. In Kate Chopin’s “Story of an Hour”, there are multiple important conflicts, and while none of them are in established usage for that era, they all make the story a story.
By Emma Williams6 years ago in Geeks
Toxic Relationships in Literature
Nearly everybody is aware of the concept of toxic relationships. Whether one experiences the relationship firsthand, or someone they love is a part of it, toxic relationships are often devastating. The worst thing about these types of relationships might be that they can happen to anyone, regardless of education level, race, or age. Indeed, this is a common theme in literature. Three examples are the song Poison and Wine by The Civil Wars and the poems I’m a Fool to Love You by Cornelius Eady and The Ache of Marriage by Denise Levertov. While all three works are by authors from vastly different walks of life, and are written during different eras, the main idea is the same; they know what an unhealthy relationship is, as well as the complications that come with one.
By Emma Williams6 years ago in Humans
Champagne Scented Candles
I sit and watch as the glow of my champagne scented candles light up every inch of your skin. I can’t help but think of our hearts and bodies being intertwined; how valuable this is to me. It brings a sadness to my soul. You have an unrestrained glow, a sort of otherworldly softness about you. It makes you irresistible, this light. But as I reach a trembling hand towards you, my fingertips begging to be satisfied by our electricity, panic washes over me. I draw back and tuck my hands safely beneath my thighs, fearful of waking you and ending this sweet moment. There aren’t going to be any more memories like this—not after everything that’s happened between our hearts.
By Emma Williams6 years ago in Humans
