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conviction

When I was 10 my convictions were based on what I learned from Jesus but now I know that there’s more to the universe than the god who supposedly created it. I was born with a mind made to do more than worship. I’m not clay. I am living technicolor.

» Posted By Emma On 09.28.2014 @ 11:02 pm

dignity

i had lost all dignity by the time we had achieved our goal by the time we completed our task, no one came out un-scathed. everyone had been changed or had lost something. most had lost someone. And this is our story…

» Posted By Emma On 09.21.2014 @ 6:32 pm

merciful

please have mercy i begged, on my knees in front of the duke of England, i had no idea what to do i wasn’t supposed to be here, i was supposed to be in France right now performing for the queen but instead i was about to die at the hands of a murderer…

» Posted By Emma On 09.20.2014 @ 6:56 pm

aunt

My dear aunt sally and i went for a walk in the park one day last week. it was a beautiful day the sun was shining, the birds were sining, everything was perfect. the park we went to was in a wooded area and we were wanting to see some wildlife, birds squirrels,deer and turkey. we were even hoping to see some foxes, but alas it was not meant to be…

» Posted By Emma On 09.18.2014 @ 6:54 pm

oak

I used to have an oak tree in my back yard, it was tall and beautiful and it always gave shade to the entire back side of my house which was great for summer picnics and fall birthday parties, but one day…

» Posted By Emma On 09.17.2014 @ 7:12 pm

sweep

i was in my kitchen sweeping the day the bomb went off in Charleston. some said that it was a terrorist attack, others thought it was a accident, or the government. but only i knew the truth about what really happened that glorious day.

» Posted By Emma On 09.15.2014 @ 8:43 pm

stylist

A stylist with high cheekbones and glossy red hair came in the story,causing small gasps from fellow stylists to stare at her happily and in shock. She timed her entrance perfectly as she walked with grace and beauty.

» Posted By emma On 08.15.2014 @ 2:33 pm

difficult

no

» Posted By emma On 08.13.2014 @ 3:55 pm

bellboy

He hopped down the last step and sauntered over to the bags being brought in by drivers. He was so sick of catering to rich people’s needs when he saw her eyes, peeping from over the top of a pair of sunglasses. She was adorable in a white sundress; standing out completely from the stream of suits he had yelling at him most of the time.

» Posted By Emma On 06.21.2014 @ 6:54 am

sly

You are a sly man. All you are is a mystery. With your black coat and black hat, you make me wonder. I know I shouldn’t want you, but I do. You are the mystery I need in my life. The enigma I can’t survive without. Who are you? I don’t know.

» Posted By Emma On 06.03.2014 @ 1:27 am

gamer

She was a gamer. It made some people feel uncomfortable, when she slipped Minecraft or Skyrim references into daily conversation, but she didn’t care–she preferred her fictional, fantastical, virtual worlds to the real one. She lived her life in a somewhat normal fashion, but whenever she was out, she was always aching to get home and back to her fantasies.

» Posted By Emma On 06.02.2014 @ 5:21 am

adapted

Adapted from the book. The book was so much better. It wasn’t even the same story. The lead looks nothing like how he looked in the books. I wish they would release the extended version. I can’t even.

» Posted By Emma On 06.01.2014 @ 12:29 pm

he adapted to his scenery from time to time; he always liked change. but he never got too attached, even when he wanted to. when asked why, he would always reply with, “if they tell me the bad things can’t last forever, it’s not fair if I get to keep the good things forever.”

» Posted By Emma On 06.01.2014 @ 10:01 am

temple

temple, where my ancestors probably went. I don’t know, they were Jewish. I think about them sometimes. I don’t know where they even came from or what their lives were like at all, but I sort of know they were jewish. So they probably went to temple. I mean, my grandparents sort of do, but I want to be really something.

» Posted By Emma On 05.12.2014 @ 2:36 pm

miraculous

There was nothing miraculous about how she had survived. She hadn’t meant to live. So she didn’t consider it a miracle that she had lived. Everyone had been so happy and alive when they had pulled her out of the water. They all thought it was an accident. She had only felt hollow. Like something had been removed from her chest and left a gaping hole. The same way she’d felt for the last two years. She watched birds fly past her hospital window and wished she hadn’t been seen by a jogger and rescued by police. They should have just left her there.

» Posted By Emma On 05.04.2014 @ 9:39 pm

commission

She tucked the flashlight under her chin and slipped her slender fingers into the crack between the window panes. The window slid open noiselessly. Perfect. She slid into the house and followed the directions she had memorized. Second door on the right, staircase up a level, third door on the left. She pushed the door open, which swung on silent hinges. Her flashlight scanned the room. There were various works of art hanging on the walls, leaning against cabinets, standing on pedestals. She wasn’t here for the sculptures, although she was sure they were worth thousands. She quietly rifled through the frames that were leaning against each other, obscuring the paintings they encased. She found the three pieces she was after. Two of them were of flowers or fruit, the third was of a naked woman looking off into the distance. She worked on commission and, being promised a lot for these pieces, she new they were worth something huge.

» Posted By Emma On 04.16.2014 @ 12:22 pm

withered

The stems are bare, reaching to the sky with tiny claws. The petals have all fallen away, the leaves have been stripped. Eager for spring, the roses burst into life, only to be stung by a sudden and jealous frost. Left withered and crumpled, the black stalks with their thorns and spikes stand alone, pointless and ugly and tough.

» Posted By Emma On 04.15.2014 @ 12:46 pm

level

She slapped him across the face, then stepped back in horror when his eyes jumped open in surprise. He had managed to pull her down to his level. He watched her hand in shock. She had never hit him before. She didn’t know why he was so surprised. He hit her enough that this should have happened long ago. She turned around and walked away.

» Posted By Emma On 04.14.2014 @ 7:35 pm

lethargic

I’m feeling lethargic and lazy. The sun feels so good on my back, my wings spread to catch the warm and gentle breeze. I close my eyes briefly, letting my body sink into the support of the yellow air. My wings loosen and I drop slightly. I open my eyes and pump my wings, my heart beating just a little harder. Whoops. The weather is so nice. The perfect day. Suddenly a shot screams out, a metal bullet flies from a gun. It embeds itself in my chest. Pain explodes and radiates. There is nothing but the too-hot pulsing of heat and light in the center of my body. My wings give way and I plummet to the ground, unable to keep myself aloft. I catch myself before I hit the ground with a crash. My body is crumpled and unresponsive. Heavy boots run to me. “Holy shit. It’s a girl.” I blackout.

» Posted By Emma On 04.13.2014 @ 11:28 am

analytical

He was analytical by nature. He would put everything into an equation. He didn’t let emotions get in the way. Everything was either black or white. There was no grey. How could people believe there was a grey? But that all changed when he saw her. She was beautiful. An American sweetheart, complete with braided pigtails and Chuck Taylor’s that were laced up to her ankles. She smiled at him in passing and his equations went out the window.

» Posted By Emma On 04.12.2014 @ 9:58 pm

collapse

There is a shaking, a quaking, a crumbling. She is collapsing, folding, stumbling. There is nothing left and no one to help. She watches stars wheel out of sight. She vanishes into the night.

» Posted By Emma On 04.10.2014 @ 8:04 pm

still

A pale flash of a child perched on a grandfather’s knee, smiling and fingers sticky with sugar. A bright brown photo of a tree taken from the ground and looking skyward, the same child, now older and taller, swinging from a branch, frozen mid-laugh. A slightly blurry photo of a girl and a guy with their arms around each other, a corsage on her wrist, taken hastily as they leave for the dance. A fluffy white photo, posed perfectly, her hand on his chest, her dress billowing around her. The stills of her life.

» Posted By Emma On 04.09.2014 @ 12:56 pm

wondering

There is a breeze in the trees, and a calm squirrel that scurries across the ground. I am in a lake of green and yellow and brown as summer approaches and the sun rises. I am wondering where all this serenity came from and why it wasn’t here when I needed it.

» Posted By Emma On 04.08.2014 @ 8:33 pm

motivated

“highly motivated” was written all over my report card. Not “gets excellent test grades” or “excellent attendance.” Not excellent, but she tries. She isn’t a natural, but I’ll give her that.

» Posted By Emma On 03.27.2014 @ 3:03 pm

selective

We are selective here. Only the best and the brightest, but more than that, those who’ve become bright. You can’t just be bright you have to work to be bright. Then you have to be able to do cartwheels and handstands and knit a sweater, but you should also just be a nice wholesome kid.

» Posted By Emma On 03.23.2014 @ 5:16 pm

avoided

I don’t look people in the eye. Almost never. I like him. On occasion I even look at him. Though generally when some subjects come up, looking in each others vicinity is avoided altogether.

» Posted By Emma On 03.21.2014 @ 8:42 pm

values

oh my you are so shiny and pretty
but never tangible
because when you are faced in front of the world of color
you fade into your blacks in whites

» Posted By Emma On 03.20.2014 @ 4:30 pm

active

I’ve never really been an active person always hiding in corners and trying to blend in with walls.Never really reaching my potential.

» Posted By Emma On 03.19.2014 @ 6:45 pm

modest

i have nothing to bear
i cannot think of anything else
but to be modest– above it all
chosen and selected i was
very far from society
never will i
see the end of humanity

conceal me
into the pit of darkness

» Posted By emma On 03.09.2014 @ 9:13 pm

handsome

never thought prince charming was this good looking
i thought he was just charming
hence his name
he was
handsome
on some hand
he never looked quite
like how i imagined him
he’s better in looks
i suppose

» Posted By emma On 03.09.2014 @ 5:45 am

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