✂︎ E.M. Riftwood
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E.M. Riftwood

birthday scissors • insomniac orphans • a teaspoon of murder
“Inspiration is never found. It's mined and it's churned, it's torn and it's peeled, still wet when it hits the page. I call it a draft...”
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A literary home for stories you've never heard before.
About the Author

The mind behind the stories

E.M. Riftwood was writing before the pens fit in her hand. She is from a town smaller than a snowglobe village and spends her time exploring dark fantasy that twists the familiar world inside out while remaining strangely relevant to it.

Interested in visual art and music, Riftwood writes stories that are original, daring, and unsettling. Not every character earns a happy ending.

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Books and Projects

Doors in the Hallway

Finished manuscripts, early experiments, and stories still being stitched together.
Completed early work

Puffbutter's Secrets

“I loved you, a sapling, not ripened to die.”

While a magical bakery runs in the middle of the night, a girl with a darker past grapples with her inheritance and discovers the deeper secrets behind not only it, but life itself.

Completed manuscript

The Wonderlocs

“If I were you, I would sooner spend my vacation on the tracks than on the train.”

When a birthday wish takes away her family, Geralynne sets out to redeem them at any cost, even as she is haunted by ghosts—both figurative and literal—and must weigh every life in her crooked balance.

In progress

Rules of Thumb

“My grim reaper works best in the dark.”

Katrina had no talents, no gifts, and little beauty, but when a doctor sews a new thumb onto her hand she embraces celebrity life and sinks into a world that risks everything, even while running from the doctor who changed her life. And it isn't just the man who wants to kill her—the thumb does too.

In progress

His Wandering Eye

“Who can hate a man for his unquenchable nature? Then again, who will love one that does not wear a mask?”

Walden was blinded by a mysterious light, but is plunged into a much deeper darkness when he learns he can see through the eyes of the girl who loves him—far enough through, in fact, that he spies the girl he falls in love with.

The Riftwood Archive

A house for unfinished corridors

This platform exists as a dark hallway of stories: some complete, some still opening, all part of the same strange archive.

What lives here:

  • Finished manuscripts and early work
  • Works in progress still being shaped
  • Quotes, fragments, and future book pages
  • A growing author platform before publication
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