le-awesome-emily

So hard to breathe when the water’s high No need to swim I'll learn to fly, so high, so high -Show 'em What You're Made Of by Backstreet Boys Quietly pondering her life under her blanket, Emily’s mind reeled as her breath became more labored. There were no holes to let air in, so it was suffocating under the blanket, thin as it was. As routine, she just complained about her life over text and admitted she wanted to commit suicide again to her friends. She didn’t always tell what was on her mind. Her friends that didn’t understand why she made a “big deal” didn’t realize what was really weighing her

          Karen huddled in the cabin’s den under a blanket, quaking with every crack of thunder and flash of lightning. Karen, David, Eric, and Emily had decided to go on a camping trip after Emily found a fantastic deal online and dragged the other three along. They all reached the cabin and found it had all the appliances they needed and it was nice and snug. However, Emily realized they hadn’t brought enough food to last the week, so she and Eric took the Jeep out to the nearest convenience store to get supplies. That left Karen and David alone at the cabin to “fend for themselves if bears came” Eric remarked before

I look at the grave being dug at my feet and frown. This isn’t what I wanted at all. Why would a grave, even for one so small, be dug so shallow? Why was he in a plastic bag? Although small, he had been in his younger years. He wasn’t even larger than my hand. Bitten to death, he was, and by his own kind, too, though not the same species. In a hole that barely scraped the earth, he lay. I wonder how shallow the last one’s hole had been. I stand there and calculate if I could change anything, but end up doing nothing. As a shallow layer of dirt was put over him, I mentally lament by how easily the poor thing’s body co

A Different Christmas At twenty-three past noon, I sit and ponder in my room. Should I go downstairs to spread Christmas cheer, Or spend my holiday up in here? As I sit and think, I can hear downstairs, The voices of the adults yelling down there. It makes me wonder how my day shall go, When happy thoughts are toned so low. Alas, I decide to stay up here, Where the unhappy voices can't come too near. With a sigh, I turn, but then think with a smirk, At least I have my laptop to make the day work.

Friends Again -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Arthur paced around the room, clearly agitated. Where was _____ when he needed her? He faintly remembered her telling him that she was going out for a walk to clear her mind from the musty building. He shook his head in exasperation.  That was nearly an hour ago! Certainly a walk around the town square wouldn't take such a long time. He paused to look out the window where the people of New England bustled about. He was here to take care of his newly colonized country and oversee its growth. _____ had refused to be left behind. He sighed. Things had bee

Better Than I Imagined         The well-rested girl sat up from her bed and stretched her arms, simultaneously yawning. The sun's light shone through her bare window next to her bed, giving signs of a promising day. Quietly, she slowly moved her legs, hoping that they hadn't become paralyzed from the thighs down overnight. Her paralysis days were supposed to be over. She gave a sigh of relief when she was able to swing them over the side of the bed and gave a giddy laugh as she walked around the room to get ready for the day.        She was a pleasant child with a cute face and dazzling gray eyes, a

"You shouldn't smile through your tears all the time," a young girl told another. The other girl sat curled up on her sofa, tears slipping out the corner of her eyes. Her forehead rested against her knees. Her alternate identity bore holes through her soul. She wasn't helping at all. The alternate identity sniffed. "You shouldn't be so upset that now that he's playing cello, he doesn't need you to play the harmony. Roger's playing the melody. Besides, it's not like he knows how much he means to you." "Shaddup," the crying girl muttered. "You're just yellow," the other girl replied smugly. "Sheesh, grow up already, Emily." The said girl g

Once upon a time, there was a young boy named John who always dreamed of becoming the world's best chemical engineer. He trained every day for 64 hours in order to beat his rival, The Frivilous Menace. The day of the big competition arrived, and John came armed with a unicorn and his unstoppable determination. They were pitted against each other in a battle of wits, and John emerged as the sparkling victor! His achievement is celebrated every Christmas.