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Emma Louise

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2021

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Emma Louise

Submitted to Contest #118

Trigger Warning: Alcohol, Suicide I will always remember the first time I held my daughter. She is so tiny, eighteen inches and seven pounds. This little baby in my arms seems so fragile, so easily hurt, and she has become my entire world. From this moment, I promise myself and her that I will do whatever it takes to keep her safe. My nose is not six inches from her tiny, wrinkly pink face when she opens her striking green eyes, already fringed with thick, dark lashes, and blinks up at me. She opens her little mouth, red and toothless, and...

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Adelaide Francis Part 1 (maybe)

Emma Louise

Saturday, 27th September 1873 My Dearest Kate, As you are, I am sure, well aware, I am safely aboard The Soleil. At current, I am huddled in the corner of my bunk, trying to stay warm. Believe it or not, it is quite cold in the middle of the North Atlantic, even in September, and my quilt isn’t very warm. If I were rich, and had access to a little stove in one of the upper-level cabins, I would probably be happily reading in a chair, instead of shivering here trying...

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The Monster Inside of Me

Emma Louise

Submitted to Contest #88

Content warning: this piece discusses mature themes of mental illness and negative self-talk with language. Beep! Beep! Beep!My alarm sounds like a disappointed child throwing a tantrum, or maybe the ominous wailing of a siren. There is definitely screaming involved, somehow.I don't open my eyes as my arm leaves my comforter and searches blindly for the accountability that is my alarm clock in hopes of silencing it. I should get up, I think, get dressed and be on time, for once. I try to stop my searching fingers, I really do, but the monste...

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My Little Wildflower

Emma Louise

Submitted to Contest #87

The gravedigger felt bad for the little girl with the wild red curls. She wore a ragged brown dress, embroidered all over with vines and flowers, and clutched a quilt tightly around her shoulders as she looked down into her father’s grave. The gravedigger himself was shivering, but giving her the quilt that he kept in the shed with his shovels seemed the least he could do. He had four children with a fifth on the way, and could scarcely afford to put shoes on all of their little feet. If he took in a...

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