Emma Rose

“To Frame Her Own Death” by Emma Rose

Submitted to Contest #85

- December 16, 1832  - It would be a poetic thing, to die under the stars, gazing up at the infinite abyss as I faded away into eternal darkness. The gentle snowflakes caressed my cheeks, cold and soothing, a welcome antidote to the incessant burning of my broken body, all my pain receptors screaming in protest.  I idly wondered how long it would take someone to find my body, or if the wolves would get to me before anyone realized something had gone terribly wrong. I sat up, cautiously, avoiding putting pressure...

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“The Butterfly Bride” by Emma Rose

Submitted to Contest #85

---January---“That’s the thing about this city….” she hesitated, taking a shaky breath, before shaking her head and looking away.“What,” I prompted, softly, already knowing what she meant to say but needing that validation, that hope, that knowledge that somebody hated this place just as much as I did.She shrugged, looking up at me with a wistful smile. “It’s lonely. That’s all.”She gathered her books in her arms, taking the receipt from my hand and rushing out the door.---March---I was ready for her the next time she came.“Quite the plot tw...

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“Stay And Wait For Spring” by Emma Rose

Submitted to Contest #86

-Trigger Warning: implications of an eating disorder-It was cold.Too early to be awake, too cold to be alive. I grumbled to myself and burrowed deeper under my sheets. I’d get up.Eventually.Probably not today, (maybe not even this week, come to think about it) but eventually.I tentatively reached to the windowsill, hand searching for my phone, fingers cringing in protest when they brushed against the icy glass. My hand quickly retreated back under the blanket. Nope.Too cold, it wasn’t worth it, though a part of me knew I should pro...

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“Just in Case” by Emma Rose

“You weren’t kidding. You really do have a lot of makeup……. like, a LOT.”They’d known each other for years but they’d spent most of the time at his house or in the car to some random city a few hours away, to spend the day exploring together. And oh, what adventures they’d had!! It was funny really, considering the extravagant shenanigans they'd had elsewhere, that this was the first time she’d taken him over to her own home. He’d wanted to come over but, as with most things, he’d always been too shy to bring it up.Her room was nothing ...

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“I Never Said I Missed You” by Emma Rose

Submitted to Contest #76

-“Don’t look now, but guess who just showed up…..”“Are you serious?”“Dead serious. And, oh. Oh how scandalous.”“What?” “He has the girl with him.”“For real? Already?”“She’s, like, really pretty too….. Really, really, really pretty…..”“Wow, thanks for clarifying Allison, my self esteem really needed that right now.”“Hey, I’m just stating the facts….. oh. oh! Wait, he saw us! Ha! See, I told you to wear the black dress, he looks impressed, maybe even a little ashamed.”“Good riddance, he should be ashamed, the little lying…..”“Woah, hold u...

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“Life and Death” by Emma Rose

Submitted to Contest #65

“Are you lost?” The girl’s head shot up, taking a cautious step backwards. “No, I can find my way, thank you very much.” “Just enjoying the night?” She took another step back, giggling nervously. “Yes. Yes I am.” “It certainly is lovely tonight.” She visibly relaxed when I stepped into the light.  “Yes, it is.” I surveyed her. All things considered, she was quite pretty. She was a timid little thing, absently playing with her raggedy hair, hiding herself behind it. She was covered, as most of us were, with wounds tha...

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“Unrequited ” by Emma Rose

Submitted to Contest #65

There are 3 things you should know about me. My name is Leo. I like words. And I am dead. You’re probably wondering how exactly I died, but at this point it’s pretty irrelevant.  Irrelevant.  I like that word. Only one thing is relevant now, and that thing is named Emily. - She was crying again.  Third night in a row since she’d moved in. Not just dainty little sniffles and sighs as she silently watered her pillow.  No, this was full out ugly crying with sobs that shook the whole bed,...

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“The Nightmares Had Just Begun” by Emma Rose

Submitted to Contest #62

“Happy birthday Highness.”A smile stretched across my face. I should’ve known he’d be the first one to think to look for me here. “Oh, hush. Don’t remind me,” I opened my eyes, shading my face with my hand and peering up at his face looking down on me. “I came out here to forget about all that nonsense.”It was springtime and life was perfect. Well, not quite perfect. The fact remained that I was one year older, one year closer…..“This time next year……”“Oh, hush,” he complained, laying down in the grass beside me. “Don’t remind...

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“College, Corona, and Chloe” by Emma Rose

Submitted to Contest #59

What was I doing here? I watched helplessly as people laughed and talked, rushing back and forth, confidently shouldering their backpacks along with the crushing weight and responsibilities of college life.My panic levels were rising, like icy cold hands wrapping around my neck.I was going to die here.Dead from stress, right here in front of the “Welcome to Grantsville Community College” sign. I would be in the newspaper for weeks but, hey, maybe they’d offer my aunt a refund on my tuition….“Don’t do this to yourself. Stop it.”“Excuse m...

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“ And on that day, he saw her.” by Emma Rose

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #59

It came without warning, fierce and unforgiving. Unpredictable. The village was eerily quiet in the days, weeks, months, leading up to it; shadows and smoke filling the air but never quite reaching the village. The tiny town carried on, the best that they could, living in constant fear. Waiting, waiting, waiting….. - Not that he was counting or anything, but William knew it had been exactly 47 days, 2 hours, and 51 minutes since the last disaster. Each second that passed felt like a rock in his stomach, and instead of drawing c...

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