• EmmaChristobel commented on the post, ramp 2 years, 10 months ago

    ESCALATION
    This has gone too far. Too far.

  • EmmaChristobel commented on the post, golf 2 years, 10 months ago

    Golf; a sport; a game; a pastime. Golf; does it make a difference?
    Does anything make a difference? A sport, a song, a game, a frown, does any of it make a difference?
    Really?

  • I don’t know what they were thinking.
    What were they thinking?
    What were they thinking naming their child after an alcoholic drink?
    Seriously, what were they thinking?
    Did they think it would predict a happy and carefree life?
    A life of celebration?
    Because it didn’t.
    It didn’t.
    It didn’t.

  • I am going on holidays, and will not be able to write for 10-12 days. If people cared to look at somebody else’s pitiful musings, then perhaps I would hold you all in suspense for my future entries. But nobody really cares, so it will not be suspense at all, in fact.

  • The air is visibly tingling in front of me- vibrating, electric blue, waiting. It wants to lash out, swirl around what we are about to do. But- we can’t. We are locked staring into one another’s boiling red eyes.

  • Picture stars closer than ever before, some larger than life, some you’ve never seen before revealing themselves in the distance.
    Picture space, in all it’s glory.

  • I am sad to have missed the previous stimulus “piano”, so will write two entries under space, one for each.
    PIANO
    A creak, barely audible, breaks the buzzing silence. A soft intake of breath; a fluttering of pages; the creaking of a pedal. Then- the silence breaks, dissipating in barely a second. Melodies, rich and full, flicker through the…[Read more]

  • When I am older, I may consider studying to become a lawyer. Before I did this, though, I may have to read into possible different paths. I still do not know if this is the right thing for me.

  • EmmaChristobel commented on the post, oil 2 years, 12 months ago

    Ugh.t

  • EmmaChristobel commented on the post, oil 3 years ago

    A slick, shining rainbow shot down from the clouds reflects on its deceiving surface. It shines black underneath, true nature showing through, sitting atop the sea a foreboding cloud. It’s tendrils snake to the world underneath, strangling, poisoning, destroying. The people try to clear it, but there’s nothing they can do. The mistake has been…[Read more]

  • EmmaChristobel commented on the post, wealth 3 years ago

    Wealth… how can wealth be measured? By hundreds, thousands, million of dollars? Perhaps a vault of jewels, a large inheritance? Can wealth be measured in contentment, happiness, joy, peace with oneself? Is wealth a physical thing, to be hoarded and kept, priced and paraded? Or is it something bigger, something within ourselves that gives…[Read more]

  • EmmaChristobel commented on the post, stagnation 3 years ago

    In everyone, a lake. Born pure and glistening, small fish leaping through with innocent thought. But look into this one- no life. Stagnated, polluted. This isn’t just anyone. This is not someone you want to meet.

  • EmmaChristobel commented on the post, signs 3 years ago

    The steaming bitumen streets snaked through endless browned paddocks and empty fields. Animals clustered under trees, plants no longer reached for the light, and I was going to stay in the middle of it all. It seemed such a good idea at the time… but it was the worst decision I made in my life. The last decision I made in my life.

  • EmmaChristobel commented on the post, western 3 years ago

    “I’m going west,” I explained to the man sitting across the table from me.
    “Anywhere particular? Going overseas?” he queried, checking his phone.
    “No, just west. I’m staying in the country. I’ve lived here all my life, yet I don’t feel like I know it well enough,” I explained, rising from my seat, “Goodbye. We may meet again, or maybe not.…[Read more]

  • EmmaChristobel commented on the post, idiots 3 years ago

    They are all idiots! Don’t they know what they’re doing to us? They say they’re helping us- but I know better. All that they are doing to us is destroying our spirit and making us into robots. Perfect robots, but robots nonetheless. Our imperfection are what make us!

  • EmmaChristobel commented on the post, banker 3 years ago

    The riverbank. My only refuge. Stand on the rock overlooking the rapids, and feel the power you hold. The power to throw yourself in. The power to end it all.

  • EmmaChristobel commented on the post, rested 3 years ago

    I lay down in the crook of the old gum tree and let it all sweep by. One tiny six-year-old wasn’t going to be noticed in such a cacophony of curious noises and people, and indeed I wasn’t. Or at least, until my friend skipped past, hand firmly in her mother’s grasp. She stopped, looked down at me dozing, then pulled free of her mother’s hand in…[Read more]

  • EmmaChristobel commented on the post, drummer 3 years ago

    A beating heart.
    I deep-throated voice.
    Breaths going in and out.
    A high, sweet voice breaks the low, deep beat.
    Weaving around the song.

  • EmmaChristobel commented on the post, drummer 3 years ago

    My best friend is a drummer. She also plays the piano. This may give you the impression that she is only a musical person, but she is also amazing at hockey and excels academically. She has a beautiful personality and is fun to be around. She’s always there, unless she’s stolen my lunch and is off searching it! ;)

  • EmmaChristobel commented on the post, everlasting 3 years ago

    Everlasting tears, streaming through our veins.
    Everlasting laughter, beating in our hearts.
    Everlasting smiles, holding our head up high.
    Everlasting sadness, keeping us tethered to the earth.