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The world turned, a simple clock mechanism. Counting each kiss and love lost.
» Posted By Emma On 12.10.2013 @ 1:39 am
Churning sounds, loud in my ears. The mechanism whirring, never stopping, ever going. Peace and quiet is all I need, but cogs keep turning, wheels still yearning. Please, I beg, just let me be.
» Posted By Emma On 12.09.2013 @ 5:16 pm
what are you trying to sell me are you some kind of salesman of scams and false hope are you selling yourself out ar eyou selling out your friends your family your memories the faith you once had in yourself what are you trying to sell me on don’t pretend you have anything that’s never been done before just sit back and shut up
» Posted By Emma On 11.25.2013 @ 9:31 am
“We aren’t interested in whatever you’re selling.” The woman said roughly, making to close the door.
I stuck my foot in the door frame. “I’m sorry, but I’m not selling anything. I’m here to see Harry Williams?”
The woman shook her head. “You’re certainly insistent. I’ll go get him.” She turned back to the house. “Harry!” She shouted over her shoulder. “You have a visitor.” She turned back to me. “Do you have a name I can give him?”
I nodded. “I do, but he won’t recognize it. We’ve never met before.”
The woman looked puzzled. “Well…um, come on in.” She let me into the house.
A balding man who looked about fifty walked around the corner, looking disheveled and tired. “What is it Kelly? I need to finish this chapter by tonight otherwise I’ll never finish my book on time.”
Kelly, the woman, motioned to me. “She wanted to see you. Hasn’t given me a name.” Kelly left the room.
I looked at the man. He had the same face as the man in the photograph I’ve been carrying around all my life, only with more lines around his mouth and less light in his eyes.
“Dad?” I held out the photograph.
“Christine.” He breathed.
» Posted By Emma On 11.25.2013 @ 7:43 am
what do i have to sell
I don’t know
i have nothing to offer
i’m nice i guess
nice to meet you
» Posted By Emma On 11.24.2013 @ 9:35 am
I sit in the dense, wet sand. The ocean barely brushes my feet with its chilly waves.
» Posted By Emma On 11.18.2013 @ 5:37 pm
Follow your faith.
I am faithless.
Trust in God.
I trust no one.
Pray your prayers.
Sing your hymns.
They are answered only by illusion.
» Posted By Emma On 11.17.2013 @ 4:07 pm
Your hand on me
You kiss my knee
You kiss everything
That I find ugly
» Posted By Emma On 11.13.2013 @ 5:50 pm
I tried as hard as i could to get past the group of people, but with eat attempt, they just pushed me further and further away from my goal. They were in my way, keeping me from my escape…
» Posted By Emma On 11.11.2013 @ 6:26 pm
The horizon lifts,
But there is nothing left to illuminate.
Everything has gone.
Everything has gone.
» Posted By Emma On 11.04.2013 @ 6:34 pm
They are a team, working in one single synchronized unit. They have trained for years to achieve this level of precision. wow I find this prompt so profoundly uninspiring.
» Posted By Emma On 11.03.2013 @ 4:03 pm
It would be so much simpler if there were no feelings…but that’s not how life works. Anyways, if everything was simple things would get awfully boring.
» Posted By Emma On 11.01.2013 @ 5:26 pm
Eggs pale white glowing glowing golden orange. Rouged fetus struggling for the air it’s lungs are not ready to hold.
» Posted By Emma On 10.31.2013 @ 9:21 pm
The trees’ spring leaves rustle, heavy with the promise of budding fruits. Her tired form is slumped against a thickly textured trunk, head lolling forward. The red ribbon tied around her wrist tumbles into the long grass, creating a startling contrast.
» Posted By Emma On 10.30.2013 @ 4:22 pm
Through all the miles
And the panes of shattered
That separate their truths.
» Posted By Emma On 10.29.2013 @ 9:50 pm
The cool autumn air
Hits our cheeks.
Your lips hit mine.
We cannot turn away
Not any longer.
Your hand slips
In and out of mine.
I love you still.
» Posted By Emma On 10.28.2013 @ 4:25 pm
She had always been easygoing. Always eager to please, always happy and satisfied, no matter what was thrown her way. I smirked. I was definitely going to use that to my advantage. Since she was always eager to please, I had no doubt she would help me; do my dirty work for me.
» Posted By Emma On 10.11.2013 @ 4:16 am
She was rewriting her life. She had uprooted and moved herself halfway across the country; to the godforsaken state of Oregon from the thriving and vivid Colorado. She was going to start over. First she needed an apartment. And a job. And some quick and easy way to erase twenty two years of memories.
» Posted By Emma On 10.09.2013 @ 9:59 pm
I hop aboard the train, waving goodbye to my parents. It will be six years until I see them again. I feel a little sad that I won’t be going home for Christmas like I normally do, but i am more excited than anything. It’s finally my time. This will be my chance to prove I am powerful, strong and make a name for myself.
» Posted By Emma On 10.07.2013 @ 1:17 pm
Its a gallery of emotions. We don’t really know people until we’ve explored each of them. We see them depressed, excited, sad, happy, joyful. People don’t show these to one another until they can trust one another. The gallery of emotions, a way to tell who believes you are a good friend.
» Posted By Emma On 10.06.2013 @ 9:26 am
The trees floated over the sand, shifting and fading. Sara crawled towards them, praying that they weren’t merely a mirage. The sand was hot and dry and Sara’s tongue was sandpaper against her lips. The trees were closer, gaining substance and becoming more defined. Trees meant water. Thank God.
» Posted By Emma On 09.26.2013 @ 4:59 pm
seldom do they welcome the outcome of an open mind.
» Posted By Emma On 09.13.2013 @ 2:27 pm
Its a rebound. Forever restarting after a loss. My mind is blank. I get a second chance. Its a rebound. I will work towards new and better. I have achieved more. Its a rebound. My life can start anew. The point of a rebound is to erase the past because of the new amazing achievements. Its that time.
» Posted By Emma On 09.12.2013 @ 9:23 pm
the complexity of the emotion in her face was hart to trace back to an original source. maybe it was the three words he’d said to her during dinner or maybe it went deeper than that, something that had hurt her from the start that she’d never brought up. either way, the mix of smile and frown, eyebrows drawn together confused him; he didn’t know if he should make her feel better or laugh.
» Posted By Emma On 09.08.2013 @ 6:20 pm
The flower was dying. It’s petals where drooping, it’s stem was sagging. Soon it would fall, and drift away in the wind…
» Posted By Emma On 08.31.2013 @ 8:46 pm
» Posted By Emma On 08.25.2013 @ 1:09 pm
And there goes my world again. Spinning in the crazy orbital he manages to yank everything into. I don’t know how to feel or what to think. One minute he’s perfect and laughing and I love him. And the next he’s detached and hurt and I love him. He makes me crazy. He has the power to flip my world upside down and I hate it. But I allow it.
» Posted By Emma On 08.15.2013 @ 8:59 pm
» Posted By Emma On 08.06.2013 @ 7:04 pm
the turkey wins the race to the grave.
» Posted By Emma On 08.06.2013 @ 7:02 pm
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The clamp hung from a rusty chain, gently swinging back and forth in the breeze.
» Posted By Emma On 08.04.2013 @ 9:16 am