Rosemary Blackthorn

“Deathly Christmas” by Rosemary Blackthorn

Trigger Warning: Murder, drunkenness, mental instability, suicide, blood, abuse, etc. It was dark. Drunk, I stumbled through the streets like a piece of paper floppily. I held the wall to walk, but I couldn’t see anything. I kept walking and walking. Then, I started running. Lights flashed in my eyes. I felt a hand trying to grab my sleeve, but it was too late. I rammed into the car. I flew into the sky. I crashed into the floor. I blacked out. *   *   * I heard him screaming and hitting her again. I entered the kitchen...

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“ERROR” by Rosemary Blackthorn

ERROR By: Suzie Blackthorn She clicked her wheelchair. As always, everyone's eyes were on her. She was sick of everyone looking at her because she couldn't use her legs. Her nanny sighed and roughly rolled her away, as if to be embarrassed."A cripple shouldn't be given much attention, they will die even with your efforts."Everybody said it with their eyes. But no one dared to say it out loud. She’d rather have someone scorn her than have someone stare her down. Her parents were the CEOs of the great company, MARK, which had a network of...

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“Worth More Than Gems” by Rosemary Blackthorn

She gripped the handle and pressed the gas harder. Her car tires screeched like a bird. She gritted her teeth and roughly swiveled her left. At the corner of her eye, she saw in the mirror the black car rumbling after her. Why, she thought, why did the plan fail? She was one of the greatest thieves in the world. Now, she had stolen the best treasure any thief would want to steal. Her name was Avery. She had a rivalry with a thief named Nox for over 10 years. Their duel hadn't ended yet, but she knew that she might not make it out this ti...

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“Survival” by Rosemary Blackthorn

Submitted to Contest #101

Survival By: Suzie Park    She coughed and opened her eyes. Wasn’t she dead? The light blinded her and she squinted them so that they could adjust to the brightness. She was inside a base camp of their military base when she was killed. They were under attack. But right now, she isn't in the hospital. It was a place with green grass and clear air.    Very different from where she was previously.    Her name was Yoon Seung-ah, a nutritionist at the korean military base. They were sent to a danger...

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“Diary of 20XX” by Rosemary Blackthorn

Submitted to Contest #80

The sky is filled with smoke- I can barely breath. there's agonizing screaming, blood pounds in my ears. If I believed that there were to be a savior that would come and save us although I know that that won't be the case. I believe that there is no one else that can stop this disaster except for me. This spaceship me and my team created to go back in time is almost ready, but does have some problems in it. We've never run a test drive so I don't know. We might have to wait a billion light years for the future to change; maybe more, maybe le...

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“Kids, Money, Relationships” by Rosemary Blackthorn

Submitted to Contest #61

Kids, Money, RelationshipsBy: Suzie ParkThe girl rubbed her eyes as the sun shone onto her through the open window. The day was a beautiful one; if a little boy hadn’t woken her up with a cry. He was usually an early bird; woke up before dawn, cried in his bed, being the loudest alarm clock in the world. He had been given (like any other morning) more milk and he had fallen right asleep.Stephanie hurried upstairs quietly and washed the stash of dishes that were left from yesterday with the water from the lake where they got their water from....

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“A Touch of Cinnamon” by Rosemary Blackthorn

A Touch of Cinnamon She sat down on the chair, the brown curls bouncing down her back. The windows were open fully to let in the sunlight. Hungry for a little brunch, she opened the little menu, but paid no attention. The smell of cinnamon wafted from the kitchen. The blue eyes looked around for the owner of the small bakery set on Hickory Avenue, a few blocks away from her own house. His name was Nikolas Kennedy. He always treated her kindly and often offered to give her free food (although she always paid no matter what). “Looking for ...

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“When Your Own Dream Traps You” by Rosemary Blackthorn

Submitted to Contest #51

By: Suzie Park     I looked up at the stars.     “Are you sure we are going the right way, Kelly?"     "I don't know, but I think this is the right way."     Kelly and I had taken a walk through a forest and ended up losing track of where we were. We walked more deeper into the forest as the sky darkened, hoping to find something or someone to help us.     "It's getting late."     "There's a house over there. If there's a...

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