emmalou23

emmalou23
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key
It was crucial. More than just important. I needed it for survival. To bad it was locked in a trunk and the key at the bottom of the lake.
secret
Lies. Everyone whispers. Around and around. Stories travel. Truth is imaginative manipulation.
gum
I chewed. I smacked. I cracked. My mom always complained. Yelled actually. "Stop chewing like a cow Emma! It's not proper."
holder
the cup sat empty. It had been that way for years. The old man, the one who drank in his car outside the supermarket had up and died years ago. His cup sat in the empty car though, a testimony to habit.
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.
stretcher
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.
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.
writing since 2012 · 7 entries · 7 days shown up
each square is a day—lit means Emma showed up.
3longest streak
7days written
2.5entries / week
on this day 14 years ago
Emma wrote about key
“It was crucial. More than just important. I needed it for survival. To bad it was locked in a trunk and the key at the bottom of the lake.”
the words Emma reaches for
facecupsatemptycaruglystarkstuckdesertgroundflowersplasticflamingosdecoratedtrailerparkbeautiful