This page is managed by a trusted friend of Emily’s and, if necessary, can be edited at any point. Her portfolio will be updated upon the arrival of new work. Thank you.
Introducing the creator:
Emily Rumboldt is an English-born writer, blogger, and filmmaker, currently making her creative career debut with The Arcadia Project. She was born in Reading, England, on June 3rd 2000, and is completing A-Level courses in English Language, Media Studies, and Spanish.
Emily is a proud human rights activist, having been inspired by humanitarian idols including Ariana Grande and Emma Watson from a young age. She uses social media to perpetuate this activism, and will always include these morals in her work. As a result, the work produced by Emily, written or otherwise, is incredibly diverse and often political. On top of this, she is open about her experiences battling with her mental health, and with backlash over her open sexuality. A lot of these themes can be found both in her blog, and in her stories. She hopes that this openness will help her audience to get through similar battles as she has faced, and urges anybody with any questions to contact her here or on Twitter.
Welcome to Emily Rumboldt’s portfolio! This is where you can find a collection of her work, from short stories and poetry to YouTube films and music videos. Please be aware that this is a constant journey and may not always be completely up-to-date.
Though the thought still continues to haunt me to this very day, it takes me a great deal of effort to remember exactly why I ever thought it right to become fully acquainted with such a monstrosity as he had… Continue Reading →
Inhale… I wince as the eyes of strangers drive into my skin like shards of glass, their edges sharpened by ignorance and judgement. As the lights around me swell to a blinding size, I see their silhouettes creeping closer, staring,… Continue Reading →
Miss; Mrs; Ms; Mr – please select your title. But I don’t want to choose; how can I? You forgot someone. You forgot about me. I think: perhaps it was an honest mistake Because how could you forget? I’m right… Continue Reading →
Here we go again. Always the same damn routine, Over and over again for half an infinity. We wake up; open our eyes; open the window. We look outside; suck in a mouthful of oxygen before spitting out a mouthful… Continue Reading →
It’s pointless: I urge myself within my mind, distracting my thoughts from the tribulations on which they ponder. How? How do I relax? How do I get her to love me when she doesn’t love me back? How? It’s pointless…. Continue Reading →
How very stunning, I had thought, is the fluidity at which your heartbeats change in pace with the beast against which I had once fought. Raging fires blazing red, diminished by the serenity of blue. Punished within the Devil’s rules,… Continue Reading →
I had a name once. Not that I could tell you what it was, of course; far too much time has since elapsed. Even so, as I sit here wallowing in the miserable depths of my existence, I can’t help… Continue Reading →