Emily Wright

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2020

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“Echoes of a Love We Never Knew” by Emily Wright

We are alone. We have always been alone, at least that’s what they make us think. For they knew the power we hold together, as a collective. We have all the strength. I was always told there is strength in numbers and we are plenty. But they have crushed our souls, our spirit and have dismantled the memories of before. Some of us are too far gone to save. They have succumbed to the brainwashing propaganda that surrounds us. But I, I have something more powerful.  I remember what happened before.  Well, that’s not entirely true. I w...

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“More than This” by Emily Wright

We were friends first. Isn’t that always the best way? A guaranteed foundation of trust and someone who knows you entirely. Because, without trust, what is romance anyways? At least, that’s what I was always told. Friendship is a safe place, a history written in inside jokes, old pictures, and shared memories. In embarrassing moments like the time you snorted milk out your nose. It’s the certainty that no matter how much time passes, no matter how much life changes, some people will always be your people. It’s a time capsule of memories that...

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“A Place She Couldn't Avoid” by Emily Wright

It has to be today. That’s what Jules kept telling herself as she walked towards the entrance of the park, the one that always marked the boundary between the past and her healing. She knew that if it wasn’t today, perhaps it would be never. A moment passed, lost forever to fate’s clutches. Each step she took felt heavier than the last, her breath heaving as she reached the very place she knew she had to be. The wind picked up making the trees groan at her arrival, almost approvingly.  ‘It has to be today,’ she whispered to herself out ...

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“Alcoholics Anonymous ” by Emily Wright

Submitted to Contest #75

‘Hi everyone. My name is Nick and I’m an alcoholic and I vow to never drink again,’ his gruff voice echoed in the hall. ‘Hi Nick,’ the room chimed in unison as they welcomed him to the group.  **** The room was not unusual; if anything it was quite ordinary. The same can not be said for the people sitting in the chairs. The chairs were centered in the middle of the room in a circle formation- well, more of an oval. The rest of the room was bland. Except for a silver cross that hung directly behind Nick. I always thought that a chu...

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A book fanatic that hopes to become one with the art that is writing!