Emerson

Emerson

They/them/theirs, 🏳️‍🌈, 🏳️‍⚧️, 💛🤍💜🖤, 🦊🍁, Young, New, doesn't really know what they're doing, wishes to bring love and happiness, lgbt lovers in a fantasy world, plz cut me some slack as I am figuring my pattern out, I may not post/write consistently. Luv u!

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A Dragon?!?

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 ...

My Child’s Learning About Themself

- (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...

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Losing And Finding Friends

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 ...

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Emotionless

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 cour...

Shraydin’s And Dakota’s Journal Entries

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 m...

The Unexpected Part 2

“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 Lockdown To Panic

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 of...

The Switch

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 b...

The Mistaken Twin

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 d...

The Monster Who Lives In Our Mind

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 continu...