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Emma Parker

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2024

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Cigarettes

Emma Parker

*Warning: mentions of cigarette addiction, homelessness, alcohol, and death by cancer.* I could see her from my window. Taking a puff of smoke, sighing as her arm came to rest at her hips. The cigarette was burning, but not too brightly. I could tell she was wishing for a way to get better cigarettes, not the crappy ones from Mo. She dropped the cigarette onto the ground and crushed it with her sneaker, before walking off. I followed her down the street. At the corner of Waller and Pike, she stopped in front of the alley. She walked along t...

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Morning Coffee

Emma Parker

January 16th, 2024 Jeanette walked into the house, setting her bag down on a chair. Jeanette combed her fingers through her hair and walked toward the bedroom. Inside, Tony was sleeping. Jeanette walked toward him, sitting on the bed next to him. “Tony? Tony, wake up! Work starts in an hour.” She looked out the window, watching the sun rise. “Why,” Tony mumbled, turning over. Jeanette giggled and replied, “Work, Tony. Remember? Come on, you have a meeting!” Tony groaned and rolled onto his back, looking up sleepily at Jeanette. He had a smil...

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Ode to All Things Rain

Emma Parker

Mentions of death, crashes, and divorce.It felt like forever till I came back. Months, years, forevers, but I finally realized it had been days.Oh, and the joy I felt, realizing I was back and you hadn’t changed a bit.I can see you. Green eyes, brown hair. They seem to match the surroundings, as if you are trying to blend in. Black tank top, jean shorts. Bracelet, necklace, hair up in a ponytail. This isn't what you usually wear. You must've just come from school.In fact, you might actually be trying to blend in. Last time I was here, I coul...

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Whisper Street

Emma Parker

No one ever walked on Whisper Street. Too many things had happened, and not enough explanations. It had gotten its name, you know, from what you would hear when walking on that street. A quiet voice, whispering your name with utter care. But, slowly, it becomes ravenous and loud, and you can’t do anything but run. That’s part of the reason why no one ever walked on Whisper Street; all they could do is run.Of course, there is always someone who breaks rules, such as Tommy Grear 30 years ago, crossing Main Street without an adult. Or, perhaps,...

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Law 77809

Emma Parker

This story contains mentions of suicide and death Rita had been at this job for thirty long, grueling years. Sitting behind the same desk, incense burning an inch away, a magenta turban wrapped around her curly hair. Silver makeup caked her eyes and a bright pink lip stood out almost as much as her eccentric ‘office.’ A beaded entrance, woven tapestries along the walls, an eerie, magical feel…Even as work had slowed the last few years, Rita was still busy as ever, keeping up the persona of a young enchantress, with the ability to predict and...

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The Day the World Changed Colors

Emma Parker

Warning: this story contains mention of suicide, mental health, and it’s kinda psychological, so prepare your brain. Marina walked through the white sterile hallways, head fixed forward and posture straight. Her clipboard was tightened against her chest and her glasses sat promptly on her nubian nose, black and round like her eyes. Her blonde hair was in a tight bun, sitting on the throne that was her head. It contrasted with her eyes just enough to resemble balance, just like she liked it. Her coat was white, as you might have guessed, and ...

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Made for Evil

Emma Parker

Warning: Some mentions of violence Katy walked into the building, looking around. It was a snooty office, with white collared men and slicked back hair. Katy had never thought she would step foot in here, but she had gotten a call 10 minutes ago saying something was wrong. So, she had hurried over. But, everything seemed fine. “Katy!” Pant, gasp, “how do you,” pant, gasp, “run so fast?” Diego came running in after her, panting heavily and throwing his hands on his knees. Katy rolled her eyes. “Help me look around.” Diego breathed a few more...

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Brain Chip

Emma Parker

The human mind is a dangerous thing, isn’t it?It can create and destroy; hurt and love. It can build. It can tear down.Yes, it is strong. It can do a lot. And, when the world is having trouble, it is up to some people to save it and come up with a solution.;Let me set the stage:It was November 2nd, 2045. The world was torn in many strands, each getting ready for battle. War was coming, marching around and waiting to strike. We had missiles. Guns. Anti-aircraft things. But, there was a group of us, two from everywhere in the world, who had an...

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Mika's Garden

Emma Parker

Mika walked through her garden, feeling the flowers and whistling a tune. It was a light and chipper melody, much like the day. The sky was blue, the clouds floating around happily and rolling with the wind, which was barely there. The sun glared, but only at certain places, not under the tree where Mika stood and watched the leaves. Slowly, Mika lowered herself to the grass, tucking her legs underneath her dress. She let the dew dampen the outer part of the skirt, making her shiver. She let her eyes wander, but kept her mind fixated on the ...

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Eerie Apartment: The Video Game (based on the Award-Winning Movie)

Emma Parker

Submitted to Contest #288

TW- Contains mentions of miscarriage, disownment, and dark themes.You’re reclining on the couch, a blanket sitting on you, rubbing softly against your bare legs. The blue light of the TV is the only light in the room; it was the only bill you had thought of to pay. It’s hot, but you left a window open, so at least a little wind blows as rain paints your floor. A bag of chips lay at your side, crunching every time you move. Your hair is a mess, and your pajamas are a little too big, but it was the cheapest ones you could find.It’s been a week...

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The Suitcase

Emma Parker

Warning: Theme of death and abandonment or slight child neglect I stared at the smooth, baby blue suitcase sitting in front of me. Little objects, either worn or as good as new, surrounded it like a multicolored halo. All sat on my bed, looking ahead like the cold eyes that too lay, staring at the ceiling. It didn’t take long for me to realize it was myself on that bed, my hair grey and skin wrinkled. I had been taken from this world and was packing for another. Everything had to be packed, only in this suitcase. With a small sigh, I grabbed...

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David Daugherty, Head Detective of Jefferson Law

Emma Parker

I had been chasing this man for months. Years, even. It had been going on for so long, I lost track of time.;I had been living in my office, drinking water from water bottles and eating my coworkers' food. They slipped it in through the little mail slot in my door. I slept on my desk chair, and only when I was tired. Which wasn’t often, on account of the excitement of my case.;I hadn’t seen my family in months, maybe even years. Again, I don’t know what day it is. I’ve forgotten what my wife looks like, what my kids look like. I don’t rememb...

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Footsteps

Emma Parker

“Shit!” Addy watched as her phone blinked off. Her flashlight, which was emanating from her now dead phone, made everything go dark. It didn’t help that it was 1 in the morning. The cold nipped at Addy’s nose, and touched her cheeks; freezed her fingers in place and made her whole body shake. It didn’t help that it was 1 in the morning in the middle of January in northern Alaska. With a groan, Addy slid down onto the snowy ground, and then jumped up. She moved to a slick rock instead, but the damage was still done. Now, her butt was freezing...

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Fetuccini

Emma Parker

“So, how is work?” Ellie looked up at her mother, who was eating the fettuccini alfredo Ellie had ordered from the stupid upscale Italian restaurant her mother had insisted on. She had paused to ask Ellie that question, a question Ellie knew wasn’t a good question to ask. “Um, good, I guess,” Ellie said, twirling her fork on the plate. She watched how the noodles moved farther away from her fork as it made larger and larger figure 8’s. I guess she got kind of hypnotized by it, because not long after, a bit of the pasta fell onto the table cl...

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Olivia

Emma Parker

(Fair warning: there is a brief mentioning of drinking and alcohol.) I frolicked through the meadow, tramping on flowers and twirling through the grass.  On days like today, I like to pretend I am in a book, with my prince peeking out from behind a tree and falling in love. My sun dress twirled around my ankles, and my hair swished by my ears, sending my loose curls spinning. Of course, I was distracted by the beauty and fun of playing in a field. I didn't notice that the person that was hiding behind a tree wasn't a prince....George wo...

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