Emma Kelleher

“Draw Me In” by Emma Kelleher

Submitted to Contest #102

“Hi daddy!” the little three-year-old says, her pigtails swaying as she runs into her fathers comforting arms. He picks her up and swings her around in a wide circle, causing her to squeal with delight.  “Hey peanut,” he says, putting her down. They both share wide smiles as the little girl looks up at her father, her hero. “I’ve missed you, peanut.” “I’ve missed you too, daddy.” He takes her on an adventure into the woods. They are fairies flying in the forest leaving trails of golden pixie dust behind them. They pick flowers and the f...

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“To My Rock, I Love You” by Emma Kelleher

Submitted to Contest #96

One in eight thousand one hundred and twenty-three. Those are the odds of getting into a car accident. Even smaller are the odds of memory loss, and severe amnesia on the rarest of occasions.  Everyone has a rock, something stable to keep them intact. It could be a boulder, and it could be a pebble, but something to rest your head on or rub between your fingers. Something that can always be counted on when the world’s worries become a little too intense.  Well, I lost mine.  She was in her bright-yellow Volkswagen bug, a two-s...

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“My Permanent Speculation ” by Emma Kelleher

Submitted to Contest #48

I wear a pair of jeans, a denim blue fabric which hugs my ankles. A black turtle neck wraps around my figure and my blonde hair is pulled back with a few strands left in front of my brown eyes. I adjust the fake glasses upon my nose, staring in the mirror taking in my authentic style. No, no, no. I can’t be late again. I float back to reality, hearing my father’s voice booming in my head. He stumbles down the stairs clumsily, a stressful expression on his face. “Hey sweetie,” he smiles without true emotion. “I’m going to be late, I have to l...

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“My Recurring Interlude” by Emma Kelleher

Submitted to Contest #46

You know that feeling, when you binge watch a show and in the middle of its lengthy seasons, you stop. Not in a ‘I’m done with you’ sort of way, but just a pause. A pause that excuses your boredom, and you keep telling yourself, ‘you’ll get back to it.’ And now, I finally am. No, not to a Netflix thriller, but my book. A book that has been hiding in my laptop files for years. I open my laptop, scrolling through the many documents I have kept saved.  I have started many stories, but there was never a hope to finish them, or even dent int...

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“The Mothership” by Emma Kelleher

Submitted to Contest #44

“Goodbye, Calliope.”“No, don’t leave me here,” a brown-haired girl says, tears streaming down her cheeks solemnly. “I have to go,” the man says. He walks away, not looking back at the crying girl on the ground. As he walks into the distance, he pixelates into thin air in a teleportation-like manner. The girl looks around with puffy eyes, observing her surroundings. She pulls her hair up with shaking hands, a tic she adapted to when she gets anxious.Large trees surround her, and a dark green color invades her eyes. A dark night brings a ...

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“ A Coincidental Consequence” by Emma Kelleher

Submitted to Contest #43

A young woman sits on the worn couch in her small living room from the house she recently rented out. The woman had dirty blonde hair with corresponding light brown eyes. She was wearing a dark green tee shirt with denim jeans and her hair was pulled up into a low ponytail. She stared blankly at a painting on the wall which remained inside the house when she went searching for a temporary home.The picture was a profile of a gorgeous woman with dark, black curls who had evil, beady red eyes. She was smirking in a cruel way, as if she just ach...

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“An Auburn Treasure” by Emma Kelleher

A girl with lovely red hair stares out an open window, wind blowing her luscious curls behind her. Although the strands looked gorgeous from the perspective of a viewer, she thought of them as a curse. Everytime she looked in the mirror, there it was, a fierce batch of hair that compared to the fire ablaze under the chimney or the magnificent roses hidden in the garden.Maybe it was that the silky material upon her head differed from the rest, her father had mysterious black locks and she had never gotten the chance to see her mother’s, but s...

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“The Smell of Brown” by Emma Kelleher

Submitted to Contest #41

I wake up in the comfort of my bed, soft silky sheets against my skin and the smell of a fresh morning fill my senses. I listen to the birds chirping outside my home without trouble and taste the cold air on my tongue. I sit up and rest my upper half against the bed frame, rubbing my eyes groggily. I feel the sensation of opening my eyelids, only to return to the normal dark void of vision.I reach my hand out to the side table, searching for my walking stick and grabbing it frantically when it sways near the edge. I adjust its length to its ...

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“Simply Gone” by Emma Kelleher

Submitted to Contest #40

Lauren rests her head on her hand, elbow slouched on the armrest of the chair and eyelids sloppily closed from yesterday’s long hours. Her blonde hair rests in a messy bun that squashes against the chair’s cushion. The hand of the clock slowly ticks in a menacing manner, as minutes of peaceful sleep goes by. The steady hum of the machinery plays in the background of the calm scene and the beat of Miranda’s heart rate continues with it. Miranda lay with her eyes closed on the hospital bed but not quite asleep. Her blonde hair sprawls out...

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“The Demons of Sleep” by Emma Kelleher

Submitted to Contest #39

I lay in my bed, snuggled amongst my duvet and head squashed against my pillow. Sweat drips from my forehead as I pant for a steadied breath. A suspenseful feeling overtakes my restless body, a consuming emotion of undeniable fear. My arms are tense against the sheets, and my long hair is sprawled out along my bed. Suddenly, I am awoken by a thunderous rumble which shakes my apartment building. The dangling lights in my bedroom sway left to right and the window blinds quiver with the rest of my unstilled belongings.I hustle out of bed, ...

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