Greetings! Welcome to my blog.
Here, you'll find all sorts of fun things. Prepare yourself for thoughts, movie and book reviews, tips on writing and artwork, amusing things, and an occasional fanfiction.
I hope that you enjoy yourself here... and as such, I will not hold you back any longer. Take a look around and make yourself comfortable!
-Sincerely, Emmarayn Redding, Author, artist, and eccentric dreamer
Hey there, readers! Thought I'd pop in with an update on my upcoming book.
You'e probably noticed that my posts have gone down quite a bit lately- and that's mostly because I've been hard at work on this project, attempting to meet my own deadlines. So now I'm happy to tell you that the illustrations are officially finished!
The cover art is also on it's way to being completed. I have been working with Hannah Williams, and she has created a beautiful front cover, which I shall reveal as soon as I have added the title and text. I can't wait to show you- she's done a wonderful job, and I would highly recommend her services to any of you authors out there.
Also, after some debate, I have elected to include one more short fairy tale to the collection- making for five stories total. The final, official contents will include the following:
The Madman of Elkriahl, a novella
When the king dies, the prince goes missing, and his uncle takes the thrown, Gretta's world changes forever. But after a startling revelation, she sets out with a dangerous madman on a quest that may change the course of the country.
The Fairy King
Little Anya is treated cruelly by her Aunt Aggie. But when she is captured by the perilous fairies of the wood, will it turn out to be the stroke of luck she needed?
Dilmond Garp and the Wibberwon Gamby
Dilmond is a good boy with one great fault- he does not like to do his chores. What young boy really does, anyway? But when Dilmond strikes a deal with a magical Gamby, he may find he's gotten in over his head.
In a fit of rage, a wicked fairy curses a young prince to have a heart of stone. Unless he can somehow learn love, his kingdom will have no rain. Can simple gardener Silvia save both him and her people before it's too late?
The Traveler's Game
In a kingdom bound by snow and ice, a wicked king rules with an iron fist. But one mysterious traveler has come to put in his own wager...
And now, for your enjoyment, here are some final previews of the illustrations, this time from Dilmond Garp and The Traveler's Game!
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The Gamby of Wibberwon
Grim and Grizzled
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And there you have it! Let me know what you think in the comments- I love hearing what you have to say.
Remember to check back here for updates. Cover reveal is coming soon- along with a riddle solving contest and a chance to win a free copy of the book on its release! More details on that later. ;D
Have a great day! Or evening, or night... depending on where you are.
Well folks, I'm back! And here is my contribution to Rachelle's Flash Fiction event!
I was given a prompt by S.M.B, who directed me to this pinterest post. I've actually seen this one before and have been quite interested to try it. When I got down to actually writing the story, however, I was confronted with the difficult question of how to convey the atmosphere of this situation. How could I make my readers understand the extreme weirdness that I would feel if this happened to me? I could do it with a fictional character, but then I wouldn't feel the weirdness, and it would seem forced.
I finally decided to write the story from first person, from the perspective of a fictional character that is basically a stand in for myself. Names are changed, but the places are basically the same as what I have actually experienced. (This is weird. I've never tried something like this before.)
As for the person who barges, in- he doesn't actually exist, but I've known people like him. Hopefully, you'll feel like you might know him too. :)
Let me know what you think! I want to give a big thanks to S.M.B for giving me this most interesting prompt. :D
READY TO FLY?
a pen against my chin, I watched the clock intently. 8:51...
then you're free... I
started pulling on my coat. Though I enjoyed the peaceful atmosphere
of the little hotel I looked after, there were days when the
emptiness annoyed me. Especially when I had hot cocoa, cookies,
book-writing and piano-playing waiting for me at home.
grabbed my purse and headed for the door, waving to the rather
substantial goldfish swimming lethargically in his tank.
Cedric! 'Til tomorrow,” I said cheerfully. Good grief, talking to
a fish. That's how you really know someone is lonely. Or just
pathetic. Still, I took comfort in that I was looking quite sharp
today as I glanced at my reflection in the glass door. A vain
thought, perhaps, but on a day like today, I felt justified in taking
such simple pleasures as a little vanity.
of the last light, I pulled the door shut with my heel and set out
toward my car, reaching into my pocket for the key.
I felt a hand on my arm. My heart lurching, I whirled around,
twisting my arm away and swinging my hand with the keys up
woah!” throwing his hands up, my target stepped backward, narrowly
avoiding the sharp edge of the keys.
stopped short, recognizing his face.
I dropped my defensive stance. A laugh bubbled up in my throat.
heaven's sake, you scared me half to death,” I giggled nervously
and shook my head.
put his hands in his pockets and shuffled. “Yeah, sorry about
that,” he said, grinning sheepishly. But something still seemed
off. A frown creasing my brow, I studied him briefly.
Davis- a tall, handsome young man who couldn't be more than twenty-
had been a classmate of mine back when I attended a public high
school part-time. Being a homeschooler, I found the other students
strangely reluctant to socialize
with me- but not Troy. He was flamboyant and charismatic: the kind
of guy people flocked to because he oozed with good humor and fun
times. Maybe it was that innate sense of confidence that gave him
the courage to be the first student to initiate contact with me,
inviting me to join the group.
he was also one of the few real-life people I'd ever had a crush on.
didn't know that. At least, I didn't think he did.
now, he seemed very different. Tense, nervous, jittery even. I'd
never seen him like that before.
up?” I tried, keeping my tone casual. “What brings you here, of
cast a quick glance over his shoulder. “Uh... I was in town, heard
you worked here now. Thought I'd drop by...”
swallowed. “Say, my feet are actually frozen. Don't s'pose we
could step inside for a minute? I know it's closing time.”
No, its fine. Come on in,” I smiled. I opened the door and
stepped into the foyer. My mind raced. This was so strange... sure
we knew each other, but not that
well, that he would specifically come to visit while he was in town.
Unless he thought more of our friendship than I'd realized.
inside, I turned around to offer him a seat. But before I knew it,
he grabbed my shoulders, and his eyes looked more desperate than I'd
ever seen them look.
listen-” he whispered, “Whatever happens, whoever comes through
that door, I've been here for at least an hour. Okay?”
gaped, searching for the right words. What
is this? Why is he touching my shoulders? Why is he using my name?
He's never actually used my name...
it?” he prodded.
back to myself, I frowned and shrugged his hands off. “What the
heck is going on here?”
I-” Troy cut himself off as the lights from several cars rolling
in moved across the walls. He froze, and I felt my heart race.
them. I've been here for an hour- please!”
okay...” I nodded distantly.
there was a sharp crack, and the glass on the door shattered as I
felt a rush of air whiz by my cheek.
I had a chance to scream, Troy grabbed me and pulled me toward the
back room, shielding me with his body as we went. We just moved out
of view when several more cracks followed, sending feathers from the
realized as my paralyzed brain finally started working.
sorry! I didn't realize. They're not asking questions at all, I
guess,” Troy murmured as he dragged me along.
didn't mean to pull you into this. But there's no choice now, you're
coming with me.”
were in the back room now. Releasing me, he closed the thick wooden
door and barricaded it with one of the many heavy boxes of supplies
we kept on the shelves. Dimly I wondered how he could be so calm.
me standing like an idiot, Troy crossed the room and took my hands.
I know this is a lot to take in. But trust me- I won't let them hurt
you. But if we're gonna live, you need to come with me now. My car
is parked in that field right behind the hotel. Right through this
door, okay? Okay?”
something clicked in my brain. “ 'Kay.”
nodded. “Good. Come on.”
through the back exit, we sprinted across the lawn toward the wheat
field. Wheat is a lot taller than you think- it came all the way up
to my hips. But still, I should have at least been able to see the
top of his car.
he replied. And suddenly, with a high electronic whirring, a
sleek, black, almost-flat vehicle rose up out of the grass, hovering
in the air like a spaceship.