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They were beautiful: full and colorful and shiny in the sunlight. They were smooth and cool, despite sitting in almost-direct sun. She carefully pulled the ready-to-be-eaten peppers off the plant and carried them inside, already excited for dinner.

» Posted By Emma On 08.02.2013 @ 3:55 pm


Irreverent. Honestly have no idea what the word means. It sounds like you are not being respectful of something which demands and deserves your respect. Like God. Using his name in vain possibly could be irreverent. Maybe that’s just because you can kind of see reverend in it. I’m not sure. Interesting comparison there though. I have two weeks lets live them like crazy, lets not sit hid in my apartment waiting for the eventual day. It’s two weeks lets enjoy them. Starting tomorrow. Live my life that’s what I’ll do. Meet new people. Find new places. I got this.

» Posted By Emma On 07.23.2013 @ 8:06 pm


my name is emma wu
i am 19 years old

» Posted By emma On 07.22.2013 @ 7:47 pm


» Posted By Emma On 07.22.2013 @ 3:00 pm


Your life is unwritten, you’re the one who choses the ink, the pages, and the story. Write your life, and no story will go untold.

» Posted By Emma On 07.22.2013 @ 2:11 am


I saw a polite girl at a garden party last Sunday, she wore pink shoes and a velvet hat. She seemed distant and other-worldly, like she wasn’t even present on the planet. Her name was Irma. She was my mother.

» Posted By Emma On 07.20.2013 @ 6:41 am


She was stealth. She was cunning. She was beauty. She was all things silent and deadly. She stepped through the trees on silent feet, the mouth parted and eyes alert. There. In the bushes. A rabbit, frozen and quiet, it’s tiny heartbeat racing. She lunged and snapped up the rabbit. A victory in the wolf’s hunt.

» Posted By Emma On 07.18.2013 @ 3:11 pm


She flipped her long hair over her shoulder with a flick of her hand. She was backlit and appeared to glow with some sort of inner beauty. Her bright eyes and gentle smile shone even though her face was in shadow. He reached for her hand, amazed when she reached for his in return. How had he managed to deserve something so beautiful?

» Posted By Emma On 07.16.2013 @ 8:05 pm

The camera was arranged in front of the new girl. She was innocent and pure, and the photographer made sure that this was pronounced. He motioned for the light to move behind her. Backlit, her hair glowed and she was angel.

» Posted By Emma On 07.16.2013 @ 5:25 pm


I’d gone to far. The influence I’d given to my child was exceptionally high, despite the fact that I’d done nothing wrong. Why was he turning on me at such an early age?

» Posted By Emma On 07.11.2013 @ 12:38 pm


I think back in the days on the Faroe Islands. It was beautiful and harmonious. Everything was like a dream.

» Posted By Emma On 07.08.2013 @ 2:32 am


The smell became apparent within a 20 metre radius. Her eyes ate the cake before her mouth could get to it. The white frosting reminded her it had, in fact, snowed on her wedding day, but that was fine by her. The cold was outside and she was in, living the dream every girl had dreamed since they were young.

» Posted By Emma On 07.05.2013 @ 11:15 am


Well this is a loaded word. God or god? Right now I am struggling with my faith. I have always been a steadfast christian. Not an in your face one, but one who believes that Jesus has morals and those morals can improve the amazing life that He gave us. I believe in gay marriage and not judging others, especially other Christians for their sometimes crazy beliefs. But I continue to fall away. I avoid my faith. Why? Why now? Why all of a sudden am I not able to talk to my heavenly Father anymore? What happened? Why have I stopped reading the Bible? I was so passionate for God. I loved Him so much. I lived my life around Him and His Word. The World is so tempting. I think that is the problem. I need to remember how much more exciting it was to constantly live every moment, every second in God’s presence. To feel His love. And live as if the next second He may call you to do something even more radical than He did two seconds ago. I could be a PhD or I could listen to the message God gave me so many years ago to do what I love and just care for others. I want to live out a life of God’s radical love.

» Posted By Emma On 07.02.2013 @ 7:23 am


In an instant, her world had changed. That split second, two cars colliding, two lives vanishing, had changed everything. She hadn’t realized how much she had taken for granted. But she now realized that everything could end in an instant. And change forever.

» Posted By Emma On 06.30.2013 @ 8:35 am


floating and i dont know how to get it back. too far and too fast but at the same time it is within reach – what is stopping me? you? nothing? up and up like everything else and i cant, i cant,
save me.

» Posted By Emma On 06.29.2013 @ 5:20 am


decoy decay death gone run run we are running from our death, and we’ve never felt more alive. every second is a second gone. that’s nothing to just throw down the drain. run, around the curve of a stone building, duck from the bullets behind you. hide. you will sleep soundly tonight.

» Posted By Emma On 06.28.2013 @ 10:16 am


I blamed my father. Had he not gone and died so suddenly, I’d still be living with my family in New York City.

» Posted By Emma On 06.25.2013 @ 12:27 pm


stilts have always looked fun
but they’re dangerous
i guess i’m not good at them
clowns at ocean park
not my type of thing tbh
i dont like gym that much now
maybe buckets and string
adventure box taught me about this too
dont fall lol

» Posted By emma On 06.24.2013 @ 10:03 am


The waves are crashing, tossing, rushing. The shells roll with it and are rolled by it. And I can use fucking passive voice there because this is some creative shit. The shells are rolled by the waves and become beautiful nature.

» Posted By Emma On 06.19.2013 @ 8:21 pm


I saw my sleeved arm reach for her, when I suddenly grabbed his hands and started acting really flirty. I pulled him close, and we started slow dancing, and before I knew it, I was making out with him on the spot.

» Posted By Emma On 06.16.2013 @ 7:32 am

sleeved makes me think of shirts, the crisp freshly ironed ones ready to slip your arms into and look respectable for work in the morning. Something about the creases in the sleeves themselves.

» Posted By Emma On 06.15.2013 @ 6:43 pm


Are pixel’s made up of something smaller? Subpixels perhaps. Would that really change how we see things anyway. They are still only part of the whole, and the whole is all that really matters.

» Posted By Emma On 06.15.2013 @ 12:25 am


I fled from the scene, terrified. I’d already seen 2 murders. I didn’t want to be next.

» Posted By Emma On 06.12.2013 @ 7:49 pm


I stood there, watching my dad decompose into nothing. My strong loving father, dying, falling into a pit of nothingness. I couldn’t believe that this was happening to me.

» Posted By Emma On 06.11.2013 @ 3:11 pm


Once, on April Fools Day, I was just like every other high school girl. I remember telling people that I was pregnant. Unfortunately, people were very aware that I was a devout Christian, or in better words, a pure virgin. So, it turned out people didn’t even take it as a joke, they just laughed in my face.

» Posted By Emma On 06.09.2013 @ 9:28 pm

There were two girls during my eighth grade year who decided that they could try and get the guy I liked, to not like me. They claimed to be my best friends, but they turned so many people against me and told lies about me to a lot of people in the grade. It hurt me, but it only makes me look at people closer. It’s also the reasoning behind my trust issues, ha!

» Posted By Emma On 06.09.2013 @ 9:27 pm


I wish life was a montage. All the good moments laid out, colorful and vibrant. All the bad moments flashing by, meaningless and forgotten already. But life clings. It sticks to everything; the good moments and bad moments bleed together until they are one and the same and equally as meaningless.

» Posted By Emma On 06.07.2013 @ 9:55 am

I wish life was a montage. All the good moments laid out, colorful and vibrant. All the bad moments flashing by, meaningless and forgotten already. But life clings. It sticks to everything, the good moments and bad moments bleed together until they are one and the same.

» Posted By Emma On 06.07.2013 @ 9:45 am

It makes me think of music. Like in movies, when the hero goes through intense training/trials in order to be better prepared for the ultimate task, and the music that goes along with it.

» Posted By Emma On 06.06.2013 @ 4:01 pm


Against writing thesis’? Atheist? Ahhhhh! I dont know! What does this mean???

» Posted By Emma On 06.05.2013 @ 6:17 am

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