Emerson

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Emerson

A Dragon?!?

Emerson Collingham

3 min read

I’m just minding my own business when I hear a thud just outside of my bedroom window. Rushing outside to see what it is, I begin to believe I’m dreaming. A dragon is in my backyard. A FREAKING DRAGON!!!!! Its body and wings are icy blue and it looks to have a mane where the horns are poking out of that looks like ice and is the color of fluffy clouds on a gentle sunny day. Their eyes are bright but deep blue. They aren’t the biggest of dragons but still big enough it makes my fair sized backyard look small. It stuck its tongue out while grinning happily at me. It looked happy to see me. “Where did you come from?” I say while reaching to pet it if it will let me. “I come from a place called Xadia. I believe I am in a completely different realm. I came across a portal looking thing and I thought it would take me somewhere else than here. The last place I thought I’d end up is the human realm.” It speaks with a very deep, gravelly voice. It also lets me pet its head. More like it saw I was reaching out to touch it and it leaned its head down to my hand. But touching it feels nothing like it should in a dream. But dragons aren’t real, Right? “Why are you able to talk and why is this real? Am I dreaming and my hand is making the sense of touch even more stimulated?” “I am very real. And you are not dreaming. I am called Azymondias, but people prefer to call me Zym.” Wait, Zym?!? From the tv show The Dragon Prince? “I can’t seem to find my way to a portal area to get back to Xadia. You wouldn’t mind helping me?” “Uuuuuuuuu…. Suuuuurrre!” No, I’m must be dreaming. The Dragon Prince is one of my top most favorite tv shows right now. I can’t believe my second most favorite character is right here in front of me. Ethari is my most favorite as he is gay and a blacksmith for the Moonshadow Elves. “I seem to have gotten lost.” A new person shows up. “ Aaaah, Zym you’re here too.” “Hey, Ethari!” “ETHARI?!?!” “Yes? “ “Why are the both of you here in my specific backyard of all the places in the world. I would think you would show up in Scotland since it similar to Xadia. But, here? My backyard?” I sort of scream. I believe I’m going crazy. A dragon and an elf should be real and right in front of me. “Either you or your property is magic source of some sort. We were drawn to here through the portal. Maybe you’re the one supposed to help us.” Zym answers me. “I was going to ask right as Ethari showed up, but what is your name?” “Jaxon Mydal.” “Why does that name sounds familiar?” Zym is now pacing deep in thought. “I don’t know.” My dog, Beanie who is an Irish Wolfhound, Scottish Deerhound, and Great Dane mix, decides to go through the doggy door at that moment and surprisingly doesn’t bark like crazy like he normally does at random things. He instead sniffs Ethari and Zym like he hasn’t seen them in forever. “It seems your dogs has taken a liking to us. And I take it that he doesn’t normally act this way to new people? What is his name?” Ethari speaks gently since he is patting Beanie at the moment. “Beanie. And yeah, he is normally crazier than this, but this is the calmest he has ever been with anything.” “Wait, Beanie? Jaxon Mydal? Nooooooo… the most famous human kidnapping in all of the Xadian realm. I remember one of the humans kidnapped you and brought you here but we didn’t know that until Beanie showed us. Beanie is one of the best tracking dogs. Everyone was shocked to hear about your kidnapping twenty years ago. Beanie found you and never came back probably to help protect you and because you were doing fine.” Zym seems surprised or shocked. I can’t tell.

Note:

If you didn’t pick up on it, I did borrow Zym and Ethari from the Netflix tv show The Dragon Prince. -Yes, both are my top fav characters from the show. -No, Beanie isn’t based on my real dog(s) I want an Irish wolfhound tho. -Beanie got his name from being a beanie stealer with how big/tall he is to if we were sitting down

Fantasy

YA fiction

My Child’s Learning About Themself

Emerson Collingham

2 min read

(This focuses on me a couple of years ago when I was in my sophomore year of high school and really starting to figure and question some things about myself and what was most likely going through my moms head, so this is in my moms perspective)
(I wasn’t going by Emerson at that time, but I’d rather not put my dead, deadname (I went thru one other name besides my birth that is now my preferred middle name before settling on this one) in this for my mental health)
(Also remember how I mentioned my issues with my friends? My previous group of friends before them had done the same thing and that’s like the biggest reason that made me leave them. So it feels like I’m falling into the same pattern)
(The newer friends mentioned towards the end are my current group of friends. Yes they live 30-45 min away from me which makes it hard to get together with them and that’s also what makes me feel like I’m losing them and that I need to make new friends that live in the same city as me)

It hurts me to see my daughter, oh come on, I know that they’d prefer to be called child not daughter. I just can’t seem to let go of the fact my eldest is growing up. They’re not connecting to people as much and they had to let their three year long best friends go as they are put them last. I’m not even sure if they’d actually be accepting of Emerson’s new life. It looks like they are starting to give up. They won’t put themself out there as much as they used to. They’re not letting people in. It’s really worrisome. How will they find their people if they won’t let people show themselves to them. Emerson won’t get places if they won’t at least try hanging out with new people. I’m really worried with how they are starting to shut people out. They don’t make friends the same way. I’m glad they met their newer friends when they did, but I don’t think it will last long as they don’t live in the same city as us. They live 30-45 min away. I feel what they are going through because that was my high school as well. They really need to make new connections.

Losing And Finding Friends

Emerson Collingham

1 min read

This is coming from the real irl me

Why do my friends not contact me as much? Are they using Snapchat and I don’t have it? I’m not allowed to having it right now and I’m not sure I will. But I know that they do. And Snapchat works better on several of there phones than actual text so they use that. That means I’m left out of the conversation. I don’t know what’s going on. I get news much later than the rest. I get plans later. It’s annoying. I don’t feel included with them. I just need to find new friends. But where can I find the friends that understand me truly? Where can I find the friends that notice when I’m down? Can it just me one real friend? I’m not a big fan of huge friend groups as it makes the relationships feel less connected. I want one or two real friends that truly understand me and know when I’m down even though I say the opposite. Uuuuuuuggghh!!! I hate being lonely in high school. High school is almost over for me. But what am I to do now? I know I want to go to college but what will be my major? I feel stuck and paralyzed in place. I don’t know what to do. I need my mentality to change so I can connect with people differently than I do. It sucks, the way I connect to people. I can’t put it into words as to how I connect to people. I also connect with 2-5 people and those are my people until I realize they aren’t. I prefer to stick with them for as long as possible even when I know my relationship with them isn’t healthy for me.

I need help in everything about my life!!!!

Emotionless

Emerson Collingham

1 min read

It’s against the law to show any signs of fear or worry, as they are supposedly what makes us weak. I don’t believe that. I believe they help us grow and become stronger, but I can’t let people know I believe that as I might get arrested. Not might, will. It’s just a matter of getting caught. That of course makes me anxious and worried because I don’t know if I’m going to get caught. And of course I can’t show that I’m anxious or worried. Ugh! In order for us to be strong, we have to allow our emotions to show even if it makes vulnerable from time to time. Emotions are a part of healing and our mental health. The Queen saw it best for all of her kingdom to go without showing anxiety, fear, worry, even sadness and jealousy. So she banned all of us from being able to show those. She found it better if we hid it from each other that we’d be stronger as a whole. Which I think is B.S. our emotions, ALL of them help make us stronger it’s just how we manage them, we should control them, but manage them.

I didn’t really know what to do for this. I hope you like this.

Drama

Shraydin’s And Dakota’s Journal Entries

Emerson Collingham

1 min read

Shraydin’s journal Saturday, November 18th, 2023 I’m looking at Dakota’s latest painting from his painting class that he is taking and I’m unsure of what it’s supposed to be. It is a chicken, hawk, wolf, horse. I can’t tell. It almost looks full of an emotion and emotionless at the same time. The note on the back says the prompt was for it to be based off of “your favorite shifter” whatever that means. Wait, now I’m curious who he’s based it off of. He doesn’t say in the reposing section on the note, so maybe he knew I’d possibly end up seeing it and would possibly get jealous? Or was he trying not to make it obvious that it was me? Not that I think about it. The orange and yellow and red can be flames of a phoenix with a bird shape and the claws and wings are surprised because they don’t belong to that of a bird they belong to more of a velociraptor demon. Yeah, he must have done it based on me. I love him so much.

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Dakota’s Journal Sat, Nov 18, 2023 I finally got back from my painting class that I’ve been taking. That prompt took me longer than I thought. Luckily we are his only class on Thursdays, so I was able to stay later than usual to finish it since I want to give it to Shraydin tonight. … Shraydin is looking at the painting right now and now I’m nervous as to what they have to say. Oh wait, their face is scrunched up in confusion. I was afraid of that. Wait now their deeply in thought. I think they are starting to figure out that it’s about them. And now they are grinning, I’m pretty sure they’ve figured it out. And oh my god, they’re blushing, it’s soooooo freaking cute. Their bright red face is soooooo freaking adorable. I can’t take it. I do t deserve them. They’re too perfect. I love them so freaking much.

Fantasy

Romance

The Unexpected Part 2

Emerson Collingham

4 min read

“I can’t believe my parents let us just not continue on with the fight.” Dakota states. He is cleaning his daggers after Shraydin and him went hunting to get the urge to fight out of their systems. Shraydin on the other hand is sitting there, staring at Dakota with a face of if you were to make it an emoji it would be the heart eyes emoji. They’re being quiet since they can’t stop thinking about the fact their parents were the head of the kings’ warriors. That means if they had been raised with them still working for the kings they’d be a part of the kings’ warriors as well. They would’ve basically grown up with Dakota. What would Shraydin’s life been like if their parents hadn’t moved when they learned they were pregnant with them? Shraydin wouldn’t have had to fend for themself on the road since they were seven years old. Shraydin had been picked on for being different than the other shifters in Riverside. Since they didn’t have the ability to go to school without a proper guardian they other kids saw that as an opportunity to make them even more vulnerable. They didn’t eat everyday because the kids would find their stash and steal all they had left. There was one time during the spring of their 17th year in life, that they found great land to make a farm off of. But the other shifters found out and destroyed the little farm by torching it. The kids found joy in it especially since some of them were fire dragon shifters so they were the ones to bring the fire to torch the farm. Shraydin wouldn’t had to have gone through that in their teens if they had grown up with the kings’ warriors. “Whatcha thinking about over there?” Dakota interrupts Shraydin’s thoughts. “Just how my life would’ve been different if my parents hadn’t moved across the globe when they found out they were with child. I would’ve had the chance to grow up with you and we would be even closer than we are now. We would’ve fought together during the Battle of Dew that happened a few years ago. I wove been trained a lot better to fight. Uuurgh!!!” “Stop it! We can’t control everything that happens to our lives. What we can control is how we react to it. Your parents probably thought that they wouldn’t be killed so soon after moving to Riverside. They probably were thinking you would’ve had a better life without having to deal with much of the politics that comes with this kingdom. Basically everyone here in this kingdom is caught up in the political system that just needs a complete redo. When it’s my time to rule, I’ll be trying to change it. Be glad you didn’t grow up in the amount of politics I did. It drew my parents away from me resulting in not the best of bonds with them.” “I didn’t realize that’s what you had to deal with.” “No one does.” Dakota the decides that hugging Shraydin would help ease some of the tension that kind of built up in the room. They’re both sitting the living room of Dakota’s little cabin house that his parents built for him when he decided he wanted to move out. Even though his parents disagreed with it, they knew he’d just leave and move out anyways. So they insisted that he let them build his cabin house that is far enough away from society he can feel free to, but it’s still close enough to them that he can drive or portal over quickly when he’s needed or just when he wants to visit. … The next morning, after they barely got rest, they had to get up to go visit Kings Mason and Oliver. “I’m so glad you could join us this morning. We are wanting to discuss how will be going about your situation. Will you be suitors to each other?” King Mason asks while pouring a cup of coffee and adding peppermint mocha creamer. “Dad, seriously?! Let us have time to even process the fact you’re allowing this for me. Last week you were discussing about finding me a wife and not letting me have a say in it. And now you’re all about letting me choice my fated mate and want us to complete the mate bond and marry as soon as possible?” “Chill out, now we didn’t say anything about completing the mate bond, just that it would be best to announce you guys suiting each other sooner rather than later, especially considering that fight was going to be in front of almost the whole kingdom.” King Oliver chimes in. “Might I say that I am not conditioned to your ways and need time to process this? I wasn’t raised as one of your warriors but that doesn’t mean you should dismiss me, since I am the child of your head warriors. I am aware they aren’t here with us anymore. They were killed right in front of me twenty years ago. I was dismissed like I wasn’t even there. I had to fend for myself on the streets. I didn’t have any relatives to take care of me. No one knew of anyone that was willing to take care of me. Now please, teach me your ways and then ask that again!” “You’re a feisty one. You did say you had to live on the streets so that would explain that, but you mother was also very feisty as well. Dakota, keep that one with us, their important not just because of being your fated mate, their a phoenix dragon, velociraptor demon kreatcher. Those are like the rarest types of kreatchers and even rarer as shifters. Keep them safe. And I know you probably know how to put up a fight, but allow our warriors to train even further, especially with some weapons and shifting.” Both of the kings leave.

Fantasy

Romance

The Lockdown To Panic

Emerson Collingham

3 min read

Sirens blaring outside. Lights from the police cars flashing through the windows. The lockdown alarms going off. Doors locked. To much going on. My head hurts. I can’t breathe. I’m starting to feel trapped in this office that I’m not supposed to be in. I’m here for my regular therapy session. But before I could even get to the stairs to go upstairs to my therapists office, the alarms went off saying we need to get ourselves in a room that locks. So I went to the first door I saw. It was another mental health counselor’s office. They couldn’t do anything about it because we are under lockdown. This had to happen on the worst day possible. My mental health is already messed up and that’s why I’m seeing a therapist, but there are four bodies in this already crapped office, that’s including my own, that is causing me to feel claustrophobic. Add the sounds and chaos thats going on it makes me not feel safe. Then again, when do I feel safe? The way my mind works it makes me overthink and that sends me down darks paths that aren’t exciting in my life. It’s annoying. The noise is overwhelming me. I can’t breathe. I’m going to die, aren’t I? There’s a murderer on the loose and that’s what this lockdown is for. Someone with a bomb is here. I’m sure it’s fine. I’m sure it’s nothing. I’m really starting to not be able to breathe now. Breath, Tull. Breathe. Everything is fine. The counselor notices me, “put your head between your knees. You’re on the verge of a panic attack.” She comes over to me to help me focus on the current moment and only the room. “Focus on us here. Not on what’s out there.” I do. I feel my breathing evening out now. “Thank you! You didn’t have to do that though.” “It helped you right?” “Yeah” I guess it did. “These are my patients, Brandon and Lisa. I’m Jenna. What’s your name?” “Tullivan, although people just call me Tull for short.” I respond although it came out so quiet I’m not quite sure they heard me. “Well Tullivan, what brought you here to the clinic today? That is if you don’t mind me asking. I’m just trying to make conversation since we are kind of stuck in the same room.” Brandon says. “I’m seeing a therapist on the second floor and I’m wanting to adjust my mental health and put myself down a better path because it has led me to do crazy things and react in crazy ways.” “Out of respect I’m not going ask, even though I really want to. Brandon and I are here for siblings counseling. We had it rough growing up and it messed up how we connected to each other so we are wanting to reconnect in a different way and hopefully strengthen our bonds we have with each other in place of our place trashy attitudes towards us.” Lisa says to add to the conversation. We go quiet for a few minutes. The alarms go turn off, making the since even more pronounced. However we are told to stay where we are until an officer comes and gives us the all clear. I begin to pay attention to the cramped room again and still hear the now more distant sirens of the police cars. My breathing becomes fast and sporadic. My heart speeds up. The rooms feels like it’s closing in on me. Jenna, Brandon, and Lisa become blurs in my vision as does everything else. I begin to panic. My panic attack feels like it’s going to come on strongly. I feel a hand on my shoulder. “Hey, hey. You’re safe. Everything is fine now. You can calm down.” I hear Dr. Gyles saying. I didn’t even realize he came in. “When did you get down here?” “I knew you’d be panicking about this so as soon as the whole building we freed from the lockdown and we were free to leave our rooms, I came looking for you and figured you’d just walked in when the alarms went off. So I started looking in the rooms down here first. Glad I found you when I did, because you looked like you were going to pass out from your panic attack.” “Thank you for recognizing my mental health ways and how I would’ve reacted.” “Now let’s go back to my office and go on with our session, shall we?” “Yes, please!” I’m glad to get out of that cramped room.

Drama

YA fiction

The Switch

Emerson Collingham

1 min read

My alarm goes off at the same time it does every day. But something feels off when I get out of bed. I look around to find myself not in my own room. I’m in what looks to be a researcher’s room? I go to the bathroom and see what’s supposed to be me, only they have long grey hair and a short, grey bread. I don’t have grey hair. I don’t even have a beard. I’m barely starting adulthood and yet this body looks to be in their 70s. Am I dreaming? I notice a note on the mirror that says “you need to be by the stage by 9:30am to prep for your speech” What speech? Whose body am I in? And then I remember talking to an elderly man who said he’d be making a speech about the meaning of life. Did I switch bodies with him? I remember reading on the pamphlet when I walked in yesterday that there was going to be a grand speech by a philosopher. The speech is supposed to be life changing for a lot of the people hear. There is going to be thousands of people. Just what I hate. Public speaking. Now I’m am freaking out because I don’t know what he was planning on saying and I’m worried if I’m going to ever be able to be in my own body again.

My real alarm went off. Phew! That really was a dream. What would make me dream something like that?

Drama

Mystery

The Mistaken Twin

Emerson Collingham

4 min read

I walk down the hallway heading towards my AP Biology class when someone to my right says “Congrats dude, you’re being mentioned everywhere for saving the policeman that was about to be shot. I’m surprised you weren’t!” “That wasn’t me!” “Come on, you’re just messing around!” “No, I’m being serious it wasn’t me!” The intercom speakers crackle with the start of an announcer: “Can Mark Bonez come down to the office?” I am not a big fan of my last name. However, I pull up my hood and pull my drawstrings so it’s harder for other students to see that it’s me. Marching down the hallway, a few, no, not a few, basically all of the students stare at me. Some even pint and whisper to each other “ I wonder what he’s done know” Yeah, I’m not exactly the best student. I’ve gotten in school suspension and detention so many times I can’t keep up. I’m surprised this school hasn’t thrown me out like the last five have. I’ve vandalized some bathrooms. I’ve even made some of the teachers so sick we got a sub for a whole month, I think that teacher quit though. I was expelled before I could see if they were coming back or not. Miss Young is the administrator at the front desk. Once she noticed I had walked in she told me to go straight to Principal Bentley’s office. “You might be wondering why you were called down considering your track record, but I assure you it’s not because you’ve done anything wrong.” Principal Bentley says once I’m in the office. “Then why am I here?” “Officer Bradley here wanted to thank you in person for saving him last night.” “Yes, thank you for that, it really wasn’t necessary and you could have gotten seriously injured.” He says with a really accent that isn’t quite identifiable. “I swear that wasn’t me. I could have been my twin brother though. Jaren isn’t home all the time.” “Do you know where he is at the moment?” “No.” Jaren looks exactly like me. He was born two hours before I was. I made the whole pregnancy and birthing process a joy, not. I don’t disappoint our parents but I’m not exactly their favorite of us two. In fact I think our older brother, Simon, really is. “Why is it we haven’t heard of your twin brother at all during your time here at Tullamore High School?” Principal Bentley questions. “You know how I’ve been expelled from five other schools? I don’t go to the same school as he does and while he does some of the same bad kid stuff I do or have, he doesn’t do it to the level it would get him expelled. We are close, I just don’t like talking about him because it reminds me of our friends that even got both of us into this mess.” “Ah, I see. And I’ve noticed you don’t do that stuff quite as often as you did at the other schools. Is that because you’re catching error in your ways and wanting to be better?” “Yeah, mostly. Wait, is that why you haven’t expelled me by now?” “Your principal is leading a very well brought up school. Even I went here and was a bad student in ways you’re talking about, and look at me now. I’ve been able to go through grueling training to join the police force because I want to help students like you realize there is a chance and a way out it.” Officer Bradley chimes in. “I’m glad to hear your perspective. It really encourages me to continue to try to be better.” “Now you’re sure it wasn’t you that jumped in front of me and stopped the shooter from shooting?” “Yeah, it definitely wasn’t me and if you want I can talk to my brother about to see if he really was there. And let him know you thank him.” “Actually, why don’t I pull you out of school for the rest of the day and we go find your brother? Is that alright with you, Principal Bentley?” “I don’t see why not. It is almost the end of the quarter and Christmas break starts next week. You have really great marks for this past semester, you deserve to take a break, Mark.” “Alright, you can come with me then.” “Thank you, Principal Bentley!” I exclaim. … Officer Bradley suggests we go back to my house to talk to my parents and start there. Both of my parents are home today and I saw Jaren’s truck in the driveway. I didn’t exactly have my license just yet and Jaren got his shortly after our 17th birthday. Our 18th is in about a month, so yeah, I really need to be working on getting it. I can drive pretty well, I just need to take the tests. “Hi Mom! Hi Dad! This is officer Bradley and he is hoping he can talk to Jaren for a couple of minutes.” “What has Jaren done that would catch the attention of the cops? I would think Mark would go that far, not Jaren.” Mom is surprised and confused. “Jaren hasn’t done anything wrong, ma’am. He merely saved my life last night.” “And Officer Bradley mistook Jaren as me.” I tell them. Jaren then decides to walk in the room and doesn’t notice Officer Bradley right away. “Officer Bradley?” He now notices him after he got a glass for some milk to dip is Oreos in. “What are you doing here?” “I’m here to thank you for last night. It truly gave us the advantage in taking the guy in.” “It’s an honor, but you didn’t have to come all the way out here just to thank me!” “What going on in here? I’m trying to sleep and it’s too loud!” Simon comes in, looking to be hungover from partying last late into early this morning. And then sleeping it off all day.

Action

YA fiction

The Monster Who Lives In Our Mind

Emerson Collingham

1 min read

Trapped in my mind My Thoughts cannot find I’ve created a monster

My friends forget about me I can’t spill the tea That my mind makes When I’m lonely I’ve created a monster

The words race without end I cannot tend to the bend That is out of my reach I need someone to teach Me to change The ways I think and connect I’ve created a monster

These emotions arrive without warning They cannot continue hoarding me But they don’t care what I think As they come and go in a blink I’ve created a monster

Poetry