• Emma commented on the post, murder 6 years, 10 months ago

    “It was!” The girl screams at me, voice wavering slightly. I assume the only thing holding her together was determination. “My sister wouldn’t just- just off herself like that.” I sigh deeply, deciding it was late, began ushering her out of my office. As I opened the door, the silver plaque on my door reading ‘Detective Jack Sterling’ glinted in…[Read more]

  • Emma commented on the post, speak 6 years, 10 months ago

    I winced. Spit flew into my face. “YOU LITTLE- IT’S ONE THING, ONE SIMPLE THING!” The grinding jaws of my PE teacher is the only thing in my sight, purely because they opened wide enough to fit a dog in there. I make no effort to apologize, half of the reason knowing it would be dismissed if I tried, the other half the only thing I was sorry for…[Read more]

  • Emma commented on the post, ahead 6 years, 10 months ago

    Footsteps came from all around, but there was only one figure ahead of me. Their hair was long, yet their stature was male. A voice called out, I think it was mine. “Excuse me?” A scream called out, definitely not my own.
    Three long strides brought me towards the sound, brought me to be kneeling beside the collapsed man. I felt the blood on my…[Read more]

  • Emma commented on the post, responsibility 6 years, 10 months ago

    A small snoring came from her cradle. Not loud, faint, barely audible, but there nonetheless. The boy in the corner of the room, no higher than the cot, totted over to the breathing. His heels lifted from the floor and he rested his head on the wooden frame. “Hello sister.” He whispered to the child, being careful not to wake her. He curled his…[Read more]

  • Emma commented on the post, musical 6 years, 10 months ago

    The stage was set. My debut performance, and I was sweating bullets. My co-star gave me a small smile before going into full-out performance mode, voice resonating off the theatre as he sings about his love for the princess. How does he do it? Striding on stage with such vigor it made my head spin. My queue comes, and I step into the spotlight,…[Read more]

  • Emma commented on the post, real 6 years, 10 months ago

    “I am real.” I squeal, as my vision turns to white. The boy standing above me, what was his name? Mark? Matt? I don’t remember. He stares through me sadly, choosing to observe the gnarled chair behind me than my salty eyes. My eyes become unfocused. The boy’s silhouette is burnt into my retinas by the blinding light behind him. I think his mouth i…[Read more]