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Emma Parker

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2024

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Don't Pet the Test Subjects!

Emma Parker

“Don’t pet the test subjects!” Ms. Vrabec instructed the class this very sentence, slowly looking each child in the eye. She had a singular eye, full black and round. In the olden days, parents might’ve said that she couldn't teach 1st graders science because of her scary eye, but obviously it wasn’t the case now. She was proud to be going on her fifth year of working at Nzenza Elementary.Ms. Vrabec looked right into Iridian Cornett’s eye, and then she moved on. “Line up,” she clapped, signaling toward the door. Slowly, the class stood and w...

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The Sleepover

Emma Parker

Note: This story contains mentions of mental health disorders (such as DID and insomnia) , death, gore, and a very mild fight scene Amira awoke with a jolt, darkness swarming her eyes. For a second, she forgot where she was. But, she eventually recognized the feeling of her cold sleeping bag against her legs and the sound of someone snoring not far to her left. She slowly pushed herself up, looking around the room. She couldn’t see much, just the shadows pressing against her eyes. Sadie must’ve turned out the lamp earlier, probably to help w...

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A Message from Above

Emma Parker

What was it Fairuza said? “It sure is windy at the top of it all. One hard blow, and you go topplin’ down.” When did she say that? Wasn’t it after Kadmos’s business crumbled? Wasn’t it after she was moved up, into his position? A word of warning, she called it. Well, I gotta say, Ginevra, after all that’s happened, I think it’s true. Even on the days when you don’t sneak into my dreams, a pale, white ghost in the corner, I know that I made a mistake. Yes, it’s windy. It’s windy as h. And, I sit on a chair, on a ladder. The people below me, a...

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Blue Tulips

Emma Parker

The countdown started quietly, but got louder as the minutes ticked by. Ajla looked across the room, peering at the heads of her many classmates. Even from far away, she could see Tullia’s black hair with the single blue stripe fluttering in her face. It looked like a glittery waterfall, cascading down her scalp. Ajla made herself look away, back at the white sheet of paper in front of her. The black type reminded her of Tullia’s hair. Her mind fluttered back, but she stopped and blinked fast. Slowly, she picked up her pen and began answerin...

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Friends

Emma Parker

Warning: Extreme violence, blood, and child death. Read with caution The house is cold. As usual.Footsteps tip-toe down the stairs, and a small ‘ow’ echoes as her toes touch the tiled floor.I watch from the shadows. Darkness blankets my pale skin like a cloak, or like a dark snow. My eyes watch. They always watch. Pink tinted and rosy, like the little girl’s cheeks.She reaches up, taking a glass from the cupboard. The fridge is opened, a glass bottle of milk is grabbed, and the lid is plunked open. A lugging kind of sound echoes through the ...

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Writer's Block

Emma Parker

Brief mentions of familial abuse, cancer, law breaking, and making fun of mother-in-laws. “Mira, write me a recipe for a vegetarian casserole, but hold the cucumbers.”“Of course, vegetarian casseroles are a perfect way to get nutrients in an easy and healthy way, not to mention it’s delicious! And whether it be a personal dislike or an allergy, cucumbers do not need to be included by any means. Here is a perfect recipe to hit your taste buds with dietary fiber!”I type up, clicking letters and lightning speed and spitting out a recipe, good o...

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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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