• Emma commented on the post, butterflies 1 year, 8 months ago

    My stomach is fluttering as I look up into Tucker’s eyes. He’s staring at me through the rearview, waiting for me to answer his question, but my jaw feels like it’s stuck. “I – um -” I start, and Jack snickers quietly from the passenger seat.
    “Cat got your tongue?” he asks, and I imagine for a moment what it’d feel like to slap that smug little…[Read more]

  • Emma commented on the post, orb 1 year, 8 months ago

    Orbs. It’s a cliche way to describe his eyes, and yet I can’t think of anything better – blue orbs, glistening just so in the light as he looks up at me. Stares at me. Looks right through me, like he can see something nobody else can. Something beyond the surface, so intimate and terrifying all at once.
    I reach in front of me instinctively,…[Read more]

  • Emma commented on the post, cute 2 years, 3 months ago

    I catch her eye from across the room. Her hair is short and messy, cut just above her ears. A loose button-up shirt hugs her form, accompanied by a pair of skinny jeans. She smirks at me, just barely, and the girl besides her catches my eye with a knowing smile. She’s cute, I think. I hope she thinks the same about me.

  • Emma commented on the post, substances 6 years, 6 months ago

    He walked through the hoards of stuff, face crunched in a grimace. He could hardly believe he’d grown up in this place. It was so full now. It looked so different.
    He looked at the staircase longingly, wishing to […]

  • Emma commented on the post, chapped 6 years, 9 months ago

    His lips touched mine, so soft and simple. They were cracked and chapped, but that didn’t matter. He was here and he was all mine. I smiled blissfully into the kiss and grabbed the back of his head, pulling him […]

  • Emma commented on the post, chance 7 years, 5 months ago

    Some people say that fate decides everything for you. But me? I think it’s a game of chance. I mean, think about it. It’s fate that an avalanche is going to happen. It’s by chance that you just happen to walk through the avalanche and die. You can chose your fate if you really want […]

  • Emma commented on the post, thunder 7 years, 6 months ago

    I sit on my porch, watching the storm in awe. “It’s so beautiful,” someone says behind me, breaking the silence. I turn around and see him. “How did you get here?” I ask. He smiles, shrugging. I stand up slowly and press my lips to his. I felt sparks immediately – lightning. Just tike a […]

  • Emma commented on the post, lust 7 years, 7 months ago

    “They say it’s just lust, but I know better than them.”
    That’s what I used to tell myself.
    But, like always, *they* were right.
    I wasn’t in love.
    Hell no.
    If anything, I was in hate.

  • Emma commented on the post, history 7 years, 8 months ago

    I sit in the back of the room, scribbling down notes about the American Revolution. My mind is racing as I take in all the information. /I love this subject,/ I think. And I do. I love history. Always will. I raise my hand to answer the question our teacher just asked, beaming when I’m […]

  • Emma commented on the post, cells 7 years, 8 months ago

    I heard the sound of metal clanking against metal. I walked into the room and looked around at all of the people behind bars. Men and women of all ages, faces dark, looking like there was no hope left. They knew they had done wrongs, but there was no going back now.

  • Emma commented on the post, held 7 years, 8 months ago

    His hand grasped mine and we sat there, content in our own silence. He grabbed me by the shoulders and turned me towards him, eyes full of love. I expected him to kiss me. I expected him to tell me how much he loved me. I expected him to do something romantic. But no, he […]

  • Emma commented on the post, wonder 7 years, 8 months ago

    Sometimes I sit, looking out my window, and just wonder. I wonder why I’m here. I wonder if all of this is real. And, when someone asks me, “What are you thinking about?” all I can answer is, “Life.” Because that IS what I’m thinking about. Just not the way they think. Sometimes I wonder […]

  • Emma commented on the post, smile 7 years, 8 months ago

    I felt my eyes crinkle as the smile spread across my face. I couldn’t help it. I always get this way when he’s around. Even when he pisses me off, I can’t help but smile, because he’s in my life and I don’t know what I’d do without him. “Why are you smiling?” he asks […]

  • Emma commented on the post, train 7 years, 8 months ago

    I felt the car shaking as the train moved slowly on the tracks. I held on tight. It was my first time on a train, and I was afraid that I’d fall and hurt myself. I fixed my dress and looked around. “These peasants are disgusting,” I spat. The man in front of me turned […]

  • Emma commented on the post, embraced 7 years, 8 months ago

    When his arms around me, all I can think of us love. How much he means to me. How much I desperately need him to need me. I don’t want a kiss. I don’t want sex. I don’t want to feel like I’m being used. I want to feel safe. I want to be embraced. […]

  • Emma commented on the post, beloved 7 years, 8 months ago

    He looks as me as if I’m something special. He makes me think I’m something different. He makes me think good about myself. He calls me beautiful. He’s perfect. So why am I not pleased? Because he’s not mine. He’s not the one I love. And as I raise the knife to kill myself, I […]

  • Emma commented on the post, beloved 7 years, 8 months ago

    I stroked my hand across his face gently, hot tears streaming down mine. I looked him in the eyes and whispered for the last time, “I love you.” He pulled me close and our lips met for a moment. Just a moment. Our last moment. There was only one thing left to do. I picked […]

  • Emma commented on the post, funeral 7 years, 8 months ago

    I sat, looking outside my window, watching as they took my grandfather’s casket away. Grandpa; the only man I’d ever cared for. Ever loved. Ever trusted. The hot tears streamed down my face as I took a deep breath. In. Out. My cousin Annie touched my shoulder. “It’ll be okay.” “No,” I breathed. “No.” It […]