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Emma Parker

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2024

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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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Denoumont

Emma Parker

I mean, Hank didn't have to show up. I told him in my illustrious ransom note that all he had to do was mail a package full of the cash I had asked for. I wouldn't have to hurt him if he followed instructions.Despite hoping for the least gory way of getting my money, I set up a trap ahead of time. There Abigail was, sitting in a chair in the middle of a spotlight, a dark stage surrounding her and ropes binding her body to the chair. Of course, they were the softest ropes and nicest chair I could find in the whole theatre. I’m no monster. And...

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Promises

Emma Parker

Submitted to Contest #250

I've often thought about what all I would say if I bumped into you one day, Tori. You were a huge part of my life, and now with one broken promise after another, I don't know that I will ever get the closure I need, but do I even want that? As I sit here wondering where you are and what you are doing, I find myself nervous you may walk in. Would you over hear something I say to the empty seat next to me, where you used to sit?This is silly. You can't hear me. I don't know why I'm scared you would hear me, much less see me. You are nowhere to...

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The English Rose

Emma Parker

(Trigger warning: Mentions of suicide, abuse, bullying, and death.) George Rachel's Auditory English Assignment on Bullying and Abuse Clicking sound and tape recording. "Hello, I am George Haley Rachel. This is my assignment for Mrs. Peyton's English class. It is a report on Bullying and Abuse." Pause. Nobody ever liked Ellie. She was small, skinny, almost invisible. She was smart, annoying, and always part of some dumb club. Nobody cared about her. Even the people in the chess club ignored her because she was weird. At the same time, everyb...

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It's All Fun and Games Until Someone gets Murdered

Emma Parker

Warning: Mentions of blood and violence. (This story is also very long);John, my best friend since forever, cussed.For the first time.Everyone in the room was surprised. All eyes went to John, and then they all traveled back to the floor.The only person that didn't look at John was Margaret. She hadn't seemed to hear him.But, that was obvious.Because she was dead.;"What the..."Lucy libbed, keeping her eyes on Margaret, who was spread out on the floor.Her life long friend was dead.Strange.Tonight, everyone seemed to be losing a best friend, o...

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Whispers in the Woods: Chapter 1

Emma Parker

This story contains dark themes, a long with gun violence and blood.Part 1: The Day OfHelina Crawford, January 16, 2009-March 31, 2023. May she rest in peace forever.:As I was staring at the ugly rock, I had more questions than answers. Why was she dead? How was she dead? What did she do to receive this fate? Still, I had no answer. Helina couldn't answer the questions, and what bothered me was that she was the only one who could.;Mom and Dad argued in the car. I had my eyes closed, trying to forget everything because I felt like my whole li...

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Worth Living For

Emma Parker

Warning: Mentions of suicide.I had always been suspicious of my girlfriend. Kind, beautiful, smart. But, she was secretive. Not the best, but not the worst, if you know what I mean.So, I was not surprised when I found a picture in her bedside drawer of a tall, handsome, brown-haired, blue-eyed strong man. Thin, loving, kind. I didn't do much in response. I called her, asked her about the picture. I heard a sniffle and a deep, manly voice say "Just tell him." I couldn't believe it. She was with him!But, anyway, I asked her again. "I can't say...

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Long Ago...

Emma Parker

Steve was always known as a grey man. He had pale, porcelain-like skin and black hair. Even though he was 70, his hair was still as full and colorful as it had been when he was 15. He wasn't sure why. Steve always had a black cane and a black suit with a white button-down. His dress shoes were dark and matte, not shiny from years of being neglected. In summary, he looked like a show from the 1960s. His house followed suit. The roof was black and the walls were white. Although they might have looked nice once, the paint was now peeling ...

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The Family Reunion

Emma Parker

Dorothy walked to the door of her mother's house. It was a simple, cottage-like house. It had yellow walls and white trim, along with a white deck and a lake behind. It had trees surrounding it and one had a small tire-swing hanging off of a branch. Dorothy sighed and knocked on the door, the paint coming off at her touch. A bang came from inside and the sound of a pot falling down. A brief "dammit" and a quick shuffling of slippered feet later, the door opened. Dorothy saw her mother, her hair in disarray and a flowered dress hanging from...

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The day Will didn't come home

Emma Parker

Huh. Will should have been home by now. The door was locked and the lights were off, so I guess I don't have to make dinner yet. Throwing my stuff on the ground, I drop on the couch. What am I going to do with this free time? I pick up the home phone, trying to call Will quickly. Where could he be? A few minutes pass by, and I still have no response. Well, maybe I can catch up on my knitting. Wait, but I forgot how to knit. Maybe I can catch up on my reality shows? Oh, Will canceled the TV subscriptions. Oh, I am hungry. We have those ...

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