Emma Hunter

I’m a writer and artist who loves Jesus and hopes to someday write a book.

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Emma Hunter

I’m a writer and artist who loves Jesus and hopes to someday write a book.

Writings

Followers

Following

In the Field of Flowers

Emma Hunter

1 min read

In a field of flowers,

I look up into the sky.

I hold up an umbrella

And then I close my eyes.

There in the field of flowers,

I feel so calm and free.

Everything that once did,

Cannot bother me.

And in that field of flowers,

I begin to pray,

And tell God everything

That bothered me that day.

And even though I cannot see him

I know that He is there,

And that He loves me and loves to hear

My eve...

Poetry

Christmas Day

Emma Hunter

1 min read

I woke up. I ran downstairs. I opened presents. I spent all morning doing a Lego set that I got. I ate Lunch while finishing my Lego set. I ate Dinner. I spent time with my family. I got ready for bed and I went to bed.

The End...

The LED Light Bulb

Emma Hunter

1 min read

To Galadriel of the Noldor Elves,

I just saw something amazing! I was walking through the corridors in the castle, and saw a white light coming out of my room. It wasn’t from a candle, for if it had been it would be golden, not white. I stepped into my room and I saw a light, brighter than any candle, coming out of some sort of orb. And what was even more shocking was that the light was cold, as ...

Fantasy

Snow In August

Emma Hunter

1 min read

It is now August,

And what do I see?

Trees without leaves,

Looking down at me.

Snow is on the ground,

And flurries in the air,

It lands on the rooftops,

And drifts onto my hair.

Yet the sun is hot,

And not a cloud is seen,

And yet there is still ice,

Floating in the stream.

The ground is covered in thick white snow,

The bears and squirrels do sleep.

And yet it is still summer,

And out are the b...

Poetry

Fantasy

The Secret Room

Emma Hunter

2 min read

Myandule studied the wall of books in the Observatory while her companion, Rayon, scanned the rows of books on another shelf opposite her. She loved the smell of old books, but there was something drawing her to this particular wall of shelves. She looked closely at the spines of the books. They were all normal looking ancient books, but one book stood out. It was red, with gold guilding the sides...

Fantasy