Entries By Emma
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holder
ransom. kidnapped. who are you? I am the holder. the one behind the scenes. little money for me. I see you and don’t want to harm you. but I do my job. I hold until it is all paid.
Posted By Emma On 07.24.2012 @ 7:32 pm
fuses
The artist sits hunched over his work. Hands skillfully blend colors. An imagine of the sunset slowly appears on the once blank canvas. Reds yellows pinks and golds all working in harmony to light up a fading blue sky.
Posted By Emma On 07.24.2012 @ 11:09 am
the fuses connecting the house to the power lines exploded causing a black out and fires. no one was hurt but everyone was shocked. most people stayed with other family for power.
Posted By Emma On 07.23.2012 @ 10:42 pm
icing
Icing a cake is something we all did with our parents of grandparents when we were young. It wasn’t the baking of the cake but the decorating and spoon liking that you waited for. Icing has always been there on the big events in our lives and will continue to be there too
Posted By Emma On 07.22.2012 @ 6:33 pm
i love icing, especially when it comes on top of a cake…or a cupcake. i love baked goods. baked goods make me smile. i also love baking baked goods and giving them to people and making them smile. if you don’t like baked goods and you’re not gluten intolerant, you’re a communist. nobody doesn’t like baked goods :o)
Posted By Emma On 07.22.2012 @ 3:44 pm
instructions
Instructions are really boring to read. I only skim them till I get to the important parts. Especially when it comes to board games. I take the game out of the box and just want to play, I don’t want to have to read how to play it. Most times we decide not to even follow all the instructions, it makes the game more fun.
Posted By emma On 07.22.2012 @ 12:11 am
the following instructions will help you live, one- don’t scream, two- run, never stop running, three- hide when you can, four- don’t help anyone other than yourself. five- survive!
Posted By Emma On 07.21.2012 @ 7:28 pm
stretcher
I never want to see someone carried away on a stretcher, a white sheet over their face erasing their identity. If death was that close to me, I don’t know how I could fully grasp the concept that I am alive but in mere seconds I could be the next person carried away on the stretcher.
Posted By Emma On 07.18.2012 @ 7:07 pm
A large object and it is used to take people into an ambulance. It is also used in hospitals. Max russo from wizards of waverly place had a “pet gourney, which is the same as a stretcher. i have never been on one. i never want to be on one. this is a 9 letter word. it has 2 syllables. stretcher is a word i knew in preschool. a kid from my school was on one once. he broke a leg at recess, chasing me. i dont wanna ever ever ever ever go on one.they are cool to look at though.They are usually white, or black and yellow. they have straps and sometimes wheels.
Posted By Emma On 07.18.2012 @ 5:51 pm
The patient groaned. He rolled over, pain etched across his innocent face. His mother bent over the stretcher, concern drawing her face in tight lines. She couldn’t believe all that had happened in the past few hours.
Posted By Emma On 07.18.2012 @ 3:11 pm
sonar
A sonar is the sound of craziness. Sonar is like a satelitte but not. It’s an airplane zooming through the sky super fast. Its like the sound of you’re heartbeat when you’re about to kiss someone you care about deeply. Sonar can be a word that can describe so much more then what is actually is. It describes love.
Posted By Emma On 07.17.2012 @ 9:29 pm
decorations
They were ugly. Stark. They stuck up from the desert ground like flowers. The plastic flamingos decorated the trailerpark in such a way as to make everything around them more beautiful, in comparision.
Posted By Emma On 07.17.2012 @ 10:32 am
crew
The crew were in the back, eating silently, as I flew the heavy-winged aircraft over the pacific ocean. I switched on auto-pilot to go to the loo. “Mia, keep an eye on the cockpit, will you?” I ask my co-pilot. She nods and makes her way to the front of the plane. I sit down on the toilet and think about our destination. Clear, blue skies, tropical weather, sandy beaches, palm trees and culture awaited us. I was shaken out of my fantasy as I felt a sharp jolt. Everything seemed to shake. I got up quickly and hurried out of the small room. “What happened?” I demanded. Mia had tear in her eyes and was tugging ferociously at the wheel. “We’re going down, cap!” she yelled over the roaring of the failing engines. The crew raced to the parachutes, and they were gone in a flash. I went to grab a parachute but there were none left; Randy had forgotten to bring the extras. “Mia,” I say, a desperate tone to my voice “I’m afraid we’re going to die here.” Her eyes said it all; no matter how hard she tried, she could not take this in. “We’re too young to die…” she sobbed quietly “Not like this, anyway.” She reached out to me and I took her in my arms. “Mia…” I started “I need to tell you something.” “What is it?” she sniffed. I forced back a tear “I… I lov-” The plane hit the ground with a sickening crunch and the last thing I saw was Mia’s face, twisted in anguish. I had let this happen.
Posted By Emma On 07.15.2012 @ 10:44 pm
I looked at my crew with a smile. Gabby was twisting her long, blond hair up into a bun. Sara was rubbing sunscreen into her shoulders and face, the shadows made by the tree branches she was standing under making patterns on her skin, Hannah, the smallest girl on our crew by twenty pounds and several inches, was checking her speaker system. As coxswain, it was her job to give rowing commands that kept our movements in time, leading to efficiency and speed. I stood next to the shell, waiting for my team to help me lift the light-weight boat onto our shoulders and carry it to the water for rowing practice.
Posted By Emma On 07.15.2012 @ 3:55 pm
auxiliary
I just had this word and now I don’t know what to write but oh well, I’m just going to write nonsense and jumble all over the page because I can’t be bothered doing anything else. fkdhtgvnesmxcarxgcvbsjkdfcnmZurisxmtynuvmcxaO,miu,kzjdxmcbzsghr cauirifmisfnjn iry vursnjvwaxm zkvzsc aw,kmjfrcvvasnfsidcmm iriusfnevnb uuhndr rurjdda,mwis4j8ydf5nvzu,dkbnyu 8qruvown34p; y;dr5gm6u0v;smbgfc
Posted By Emma On 07.15.2012 @ 2:09 am
I don’t even know what auxiliary means but I’ve heard it before somewhere. Id on’t know where, but probably in a book or magazine. The word really does ring a bell. A very loud bell. I desperately want to remember what it means or where I’ve heard it but I just can’t. It’s on the tip of my tongue…
Posted By Emma On 07.15.2012 @ 2:06 am
“Bring in the auxiliary forces!” The captain shouted. I lowered my gun and glanced behind me. Men streamed out into the open, carrying weapons and covered in protective gear. In front of me lay the wreckage of my now-dead unit. I was the last one standing. Someone grabbed the back of my vest and pulled me to the ground, covering me with their body as gunshots sounded and bullets flew, biting into flesh and dirt and stone and metal.
Posted By Emma On 07.14.2012 @ 11:47 am
doorknob
The stairs creaked and the wind blew against the house, making it sway slightly. She watched the moon climb higher in the sky outside her window. Footsteps in the hallway. A hand on the doorknob, turning it. She took a breath and watched her door open, her heartbeat in her ears. Her little brother poked his head through her doorway. “Can I sleep in here? I had another nightmare.” She smiled and slid to the other side of her bed, flipping the blankets back for him. He climbed into her bed and promptly fell asleep, his thumb tucked into his mouth and his chubby legs curled up to his chest.
Posted By Emma On 07.13.2012 @ 6:52 pm
bandages
There are no bandages for a broken heart. Only time and chocolate.
Posted By Emma On 07.12.2012 @ 5:49 pm
adviser
An adviser is supposed to help you. But they just end up confusing you. They try to give you advice. In reality, advice doesn’t help much. You make the same choice you would have when you started; the right choice for you.
Posted By Emma On 07.11.2012 @ 8:40 pm
my adviser is my heart, i guess. i stare at it like i would a bad parent. i’ve got crack pipes for aortas and my veins pump heartache to the rest of my body. i should stop listening to it, but it’s at the center. aren’t we supposed to stay away from the edge? the center is safe?
Posted By emma On 07.11.2012 @ 7:00 pm
suggestion
His voice was laden with it as he looked at her from across the table, his eyes teasing and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly in a small grin.
Posted By Emma On 07.10.2012 @ 4:14 pm
turbine
the wind turbines spun and whipped Julie’s hair around her face. she grinned and ran her hand over the frizz piling up on the crown of her head. it had been three weeks since she discovered this place, three weeks of utter peace and serenity. Julie was ultimately decided: no one could ever find out about her special cove. not even dad, her favorite parent was all hers.
Posted By Emma On 07.09.2012 @ 6:56 pm
detention
I leaned my head on the desk in front of me. I didn’t belong here. In detention. Detained from what I’d rather be doing. Detained from what I needed to do. I needed to talk to Alex, and the minutes were ticking away. Pretty soon, it would be too late.
Posted By Emma On 07.06.2012 @ 3:28 pm
science
She stood in the stained lab coat, waiting, waiting for something. She wasn’t sure what, only that the funny little bloches on her coat were starting to irk her, and that her OCD was kicking in. The stains were deep red and her face lacked any human emotion.
Posted By Emma On 07.05.2012 @ 9:51 pm
Science makes me itchy. I hate it, trying to explain to me things that are so much more elegant and wondrous when you don’t quite see why they happen.
Posted By Emma On 07.05.2012 @ 12:22 pm
modem
Modem. Really? Of all the words, the word I have to work with is something with no soul, no mind, no passion, no beauty? Functionality, yes. Importance, yes? But no. I refuse. Deuces.
Posted By Emma On 07.04.2012 @ 9:09 pm
railroad
I wiped the sweat from my brow as I took my seat across from a very attractive woman. The briefcase was in my hands as I guarded it with my life. I couldn’t understand why such a woman would be on a train like this, I was here purely for the reason of exchanging goods with a mysterious man named, Mr. Red.
Posted By Emma On 07.04.2012 @ 9:43 am
harness
It’s incredibly hard for me to harness in all of the happiness I’m feeling right now. I never thought my little monthly problem would make me feel so free, and I never thought something I loathed so much would be such a valuable lesson. Life is changed.
Posted By Emma On 07.02.2012 @ 5:27 pm
