E.J. Tett was born in Somerset, England, in the 80s. She grew up in a little village and then moved to a town where she still lives, but from which she soon hopes to escape.
She left school at sixteen, studied Animal Care and Photography at college and now owns a dog called Beau and takes many photos of many things. Mainly the dog.
She has been writing stories since primary school, some of which still survive in notebooks in her dad’s attic, and wanted to be an author as soon as she realised it was a possible career choice and ‘Pony’ or ‘Ninja’ weren’t viable options.
At the age of seventeen, she started writing the young adult fantasy novel The Kingdom of Malinas, which was then published in 2008. This was to be the start of the Power of Malinas trilogy. The second book, The Empress Graves, published in 2010 and the third and final book, The Barbarians’ Key released in 2011.
Her first short story, Club Freak, about an anonymous woman’s determination to find her husband’s killer, was published by Park Publication’s Debut magazine in May 2009.
Since then, she has gone on to write many short stories and poems for various small presses and has achieved an Honourable Mention in the 2011 Writers of the Future competition.
Website : ejtett.weebly.com
Twitter : @emizzy
E.J. Tett also writes romance as Emma Jane. Shuttered published by Dreamspinner Press and Otherworld published by Torquere Press.
He sat and watched the sun set. It was beautiful, he thought, in spite of how apprehensive he felt about what was bound to happen when night fell. “You chose this,” he whispered. “You want this.” A wolf howled from the valley below and he shivered and pulled his suit … Continue reading
Jay was laughing and waving to us as we watched from the beach, telling us how nice the water was and that we should go and join him. That was the last we heard from him. I remember protesting as Kirsty pulled me to my feet. I remember the pair … Continue reading
Con saw through the buffalo’s eyes as she charged towards the door. Women cried out and moved out of her way – the door, already almost open, fell before her and she trampled over it. Guards and carers pressed themselves back against the wall of the stairway as she passed … Continue reading
Paula woke to something wet and warm on her hand and she opened her eyes to see Buffalo licking her skin. The floor beneath her was cold and hard and the room had an overwhelmingly clinical smell. People were talking. Excitable low chatter filled her ears. She grabbed the thick … Continue reading
All Con had to do was find Paula and then somehow get the news to Francis and get him to get them as far away from that place as possible. Easy. Bollocks. The keys she’d managed to get hold of were of little use. The door to the ominous sounding … Continue reading
Dora had hoped to surprise Chris after her lessons but instead of bursting into the staff toilets, she lingered outside listening to his voice as he laughed and joked with another of the janitors. She leaned close to the door, knowing she shouldn’t really eavesdrop but she had heard her … Continue reading
Mia listened as patiently as she could as Dora twittered on about Chris. She didn’t know what the girl saw in the guy – he had nothing on Carlos, the chef – his backside was too skinny and he had greasy white-boy hair. She nodded anyway and lifted another spoonful … Continue reading
Con had snatched a kiss from Francis before he’d abandoned her in the Imagination Correction Facility and she replayed the memory as she waited in the check-in room, half watching a middle-aged woman setting out new clothes and books and toiletries for her. That bloody arse. He should be getting … Continue reading
Trees groaned and creaked on either side of the road and dark clouds loomed overhead. Con hoped for a storm. If a tree blew over and blocked their path, she could escape. She spotted Francis looking at her in the rear-view mirror and she stuck out her tongue at him. … Continue reading
Dora didn’t like meditation. It was boring and stupid, and she wasn’t any good at it anyway. She had to sit in class with five other girls and listen to whale song and pretend she was floating in the sea, or walking through a meadow, or something equally as silly. … Continue reading