Emma Wallis
A 26 year old GA girl, using writing to cope with life altering ADHD | Philippians 1:6 | “Nodus Tollens”
Emma Wallis
A 26 year old GA girl, using writing to cope with life altering ADHD | Philippians 1:6 | “Nodus Tollens”
A 26 year old GA girl, using writing to cope with life altering ADHD | Philippians 1:6 | “Nodus Tollens”
A 26 year old GA girl, using writing to cope with life altering ADHD | Philippians 1:6 | “Nodus Tollens”
The once peaceful countryside was now filled with an eerie sense of foreboding. The chirping of birds had ceased, and the rustling of leaves had been replaced by an occasional gust of wind. The air was thick and heavy, making it difficult to breathe. In the distance, the sound of rumbling could be heard, gradually growing louder and more menacing. The once green landscape was now dark and grey, as if the color had been drained from it. The trees were bending and swaying, their branches creaking under the force of the wind. The temperature had dropped suddenly, causing a chill to run through the air. The previously warm sun had been blocked by thick, dark clouds that seemed to loom closer and closer. The atmosphere was charged, as if electricity was pulsing through it. The animals, sensing the impending danger, had all taken cover. The stillness of the scene was eerie, as if the world was holding its breath, waiting for what was to come. Suddenly, a bright flash of lightning lit up the sky, followed by a deafening crack of thunder. The storm was now upon them. The rain came down in sheets, drenching everything in its path. The wind became wilder, howling and whipping through the trees. As the storm raged on, it seemed to bring with it a sense of chaos and unpredictability. The once calm and tranquil environment had been transformed into a tumultuous and volatile one. It was clear that something powerful and uncontrollable was at work. The approaching storm had changed everything - from the temperature and the atmosphere, to the behavior of the animals. It was a reminder of the immense power of nature, and a humbling experience for all who witnessed it.
It was a sunny afternoon when Everlynn's family gathered in their backyard, adorned with colorful balloons and streamers. The air was filled with laughter and excitement as friends and relatives arrived, bearing gifts and well wishes for the young girl's eighth birthday. Everlynn, with her bright smile and innocent eyes, couldn't contain her joy as she eagerly awaited the moment when she would blow out the candles on her cake.
As the clock struck three, the crowd hushed, and Everlynn's mother brought out the cake, adorned with eight flickering candles. The room erupted into a chorus of "Happy Birthday," and Everlynn closed her eyes, making a wish before blowing out the candles. But as she opened her eyes, a sudden wave of déjà vu washed over her. She felt a shiver crawl up her spine, as if she had experienced this exact moment before.
Confusion clouded her mind as she tried to shake off the strange feeling. She glanced around, noticing the familiar faces of her loved ones, but something felt off. Their smiles seemed forced, their eyes hollow. Everlynn's heart raced, and a sense of unease settled deep within her.
As the party continued, Everlynn's mind raced with fragments of memories that didn't quite fit together. She recalled a birthday party from years ago, where the candle flames had danced dangerously close to her hair. Panic surged through her veins as she realized that she had died that day, consumed by the flames that engulfed her. But how was she here now, celebrating her eighth birthday once again?
A chilling realization struck Everlynn like a bolt of lightning. The monster she had seen not long ago, lurking in the shadows, was not a figment of her imagination. It was her reflection, distorted and grotesque, a haunting reminder of her charred and disfigured form. The monster had been her all along, a ghostly apparition trapped in a never-ending loop of her own demise.
Terror gripped Everlynn's heart as she looked around at the smiling faces of her family and friends. Their laughter turned into sinister cackles, their eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. The truth dawned on her like a nightmare come to life. They were not her loved ones; they were demons, masquerading as the people she once held dear.
In a desperate attempt to escape this twisted reality, Everlynn ran, her heart pounding in her chest. But no matter how fast she ran, the backyard seemed to stretch endlessly, the demons closing in on her with each passing moment. Their laughter echoed in her ears, driving her to the brink of madness.
As Everlynn stumbled and fell to the ground, her body trembling with fear, the demons closed in, their grotesque forms towering over her. She closed her eyes, ready to face her fate once again, but instead, she found herself waking up in her bed, drenched in sweat.
Was it all just a nightmare? Everlynn couldn't be sure. But as she glanced at her reflection in the mirror, she couldn't help but notice a faint burn mark on her cheek, a chilling reminder of the horrors she had endured. And deep down, she knew that the nightmare would continue, year after year, as she relived her eighth birthday, trapped in a never-ending cycle of death and demons.
The stage was set for the ultimate culinary showdown. Jullian and Percy, two renowned chefs, stood side by side in the final round of the prestigious cooking competition. The air crackled with tension as they prepared to battle it out for the coveted title.
But there was more at stake than just culinary glory. Both Jullian and Percy had fallen for the same woman, Rayleighanne, a talented food critic who had captured their hearts with her infectious smile and discerning palate. Their intense rivalry in the competition mirrored their unspoken competition for her affections.
As the competition began, the kitchen buzzed with activity. Jullian, with his meticulous attention to detail, crafted each dish with precision and finesse. His dishes were a reflection of his passion and dedication, each bite telling a story of his culinary journey.
Percy, on the other hand, embraced bold flavors and daring combinations. His dishes were a testament to his creativity and willingness to take risks. Each bite was an explosion of taste, leaving the judges in awe of his audacity.
As the competition progressed, the tension between Jullian and Percy grew. They exchanged glances filled with both admiration and rivalry, their eyes conveying a silent challenge. Each dish they presented was a declaration of their love for Rayleighanne, a way to win her heart through their culinary prowess.
But amidst the fierce competition, a spark of romance began to flicker. In the quiet moments between the chaos of the kitchen, Jullian and Percy found themselves drawn to each other. They shared stolen glances and secret smiles, their connection growing stronger with each passing day.
Rayleighanne, caught in the middle of their intense rivalry, couldn't help but be captivated by both men. She admired Jullian's precision and dedication, his ability to create dishes that touched the soul. But she was equally enchanted by Percy's daring and creativity, his dishes pushing the boundaries of flavor.
As the final round approached, the tension reached its peak. Jullian and Percy knew that this battle would not only determine the winner of the competition but also the fate of their love for Rayleighanne. The stakes were higher than ever, and they poured their hearts and souls into their final dishes.
The atmosphere in the kitchen was electric as the judges tasted the last creations of Jullian and Percy. The room fell silent as the judges deliberated, their decision holding the power to change lives.
Finally, the verdict was announced. The judges praised both Jullian and Percy for their exceptional talent and creativity. But in the end, it was Jullian who emerged as the winner, his dishes resonating with the judges on a deeper level.
As Jullian accepted the title, he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. He had won the competition, but at what cost? He looked at Percy, who stood there with a mixture of disappointment and acceptance. In that moment, Jullian knew that he couldn't let their rivalry destroy the bond they had formed.
Stepping forward, Jullian took Percy's hand in his, their eyes locked in a silent understanding. "This competition may be over, but our journey is just beginning," Jullian said, his voice filled with sincerity. "Let's put our rivalry aside and embrace the love we share for Rayleighanne."
Percy nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "You're right. Our love for her shouldn't tear us apart. Let's show her that we can support each other and create something beautiful together."
And so, Jullian and Percy set aside their rivalry and joined forces. They opened a restaurant together, combining their unique culinary styles to create a dining experience that was truly extraordinary. Their love for Rayleighanne became the foundation of their partnership, and their restaurant flourished, becoming a symbol of their love and dedication.
As for Rayleighanne, she found herself falling for both Jullian and Percy, unable to choose between them. But in their joint venture, she found solace. She realized that love wasn't about choosing one person over another, but about embracing the connections that touched her heart.
In the end, the final round of the cooking competition became more than just a culinary battle. It became a turning point in the lives of Jullian, Percy, and Rayleighanne, teaching them the power of love, forgiveness, and the beauty that can be created when rivals become partners.
Tyler stood in the midst of a chaotic party, the deafening music pounding in his ears. The room was filled with people, their laughter and conversations blending into a cacophony of noise. He tried to lose himself in the crowd, to drown out the thoughts that haunted him. But no matter how hard he tried, his mind kept replaying the hurt, the failures, and the heartbreaks that had defined his past.
As he pushed through the crowd, Tyler's heart felt heavy with the weight of his memories. The arguments, the lies, and the betrayals played out in his mind like a broken record, each scene more painful than the last. He desperately sought solace, a respite from the turmoil that consumed him.
In a moment of clarity, Tyler decided he needed to escape, even if just for a little while. He booked a last-minute flight to the Florida Keys, drawn to the promise of tranquility and the healing power of nature. As he stepped off the plane, the warm breeze kissed his face, and he felt a glimmer of hope.
Tyler found himself on a secluded beach, the sand cool beneath his feet. The crashing waves provided a soothing soundtrack, drowning out the noise of his troubled thoughts. He walked along the shoreline, the salty air filling his lungs, and watched as the sun began its ascent into the sky.
As the first rays of sunlight painted the horizon in hues of pink and orange, Tyler felt a sense of peace wash over him. The chaos of the party and the painful memories of his past seemed to fade away, replaced by the serenity of the moment. He closed his eyes, allowing the warmth of the sun to seep into his skin, and let his mind wander.
In the gentle embrace of the sunrise, Tyler's thoughts shifted. Instead of reliving the arguments, lies, and betrayals, he began to focus on the lessons he had learned, the strength he had gained, and the growth he had experienced. The memories of his past became stepping stones, guiding him towards a brighter future.
As the sun continued its ascent, Tyler's healing thoughts intertwined with the memories of his past. The scenes flashed back and forth, but this time, the hurt and pain were overshadowed by resilience and hope. The chaotic party became a distant echo, drowned out by the serenity of the sunrise.
With each passing moment, Tyler felt a weight lift off his shoulders. The sunrise became a symbol of his own rebirth, a reminder that he had the power to overcome his past and embrace a future filled with possibility. The transition from chaos to serenity was seamless, as if the universe had conspired to guide him towards healing.
As the sun reached its zenith, Tyler opened his eyes, his heart filled with gratitude. The chaotic party and the painful memories were no longer the focal point of his existence. Instead, he saw a world brimming with beauty and potential, ready to be explored.
With a renewed sense of purpose, Tyler walked away from the beach, leaving behind the chaos and pain that had once consumed him. He carried the serenity of the sunrise within him, knowing that no matter what challenges lay ahead, he had the strength to face them.
And as he stepped back into the world, Tyler vowed to hold onto the lessons he had learned, to cherish the healing power of nature, and to embrace the beauty that surrounded him. The transition from chaos to serenity had transformed him, and he was ready to embark on a new chapter of his life, guided by the light of the sunrise.
Amidst the roaring applause, a silent tear fell, reflecting the untold story she could never tell. Layla sat in the dimly lit theater, her heart overflowing with emotions. The play, written by her best friend Carrie, had just ended, leaving Layla in awe of the power of art and friendship.
As the final scene played out on stage, Layla couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude towards Carrie. The play had beautifully depicted Layla's journey through the darkest corners of her life, from the haunting memories of sexual assault to the heart-wrenching pain of abuse and miscarriage. It was a story that had remained locked within Layla's heart, unable to find its way out.
Carrie, with her creative abilities and unwavering support, had become Layla's guiding light. She had spent countless hours listening to Layla's pain, trying to understand the depths of her suffering. But Carrie had always struggled to find the right words to heal her friend's wounds or express the magnitude of her pain to others.
In a stroke of brilliance, Carrie had decided to channel her emotions into a play. She poured her heart and soul into every line, every scene, and every character, creating a masterpiece that resonated not only with Layla but also with countless others who had faced similar battles.
As the curtain fell, Layla wiped away her tears, feeling a newfound strength within her. The play had given her a voice, a way to release the pain that had consumed her for far too long. It had allowed her to confront her demons, to acknowledge her strength, and to find solace in the fact that she was not alone.
The audience erupted into applause, their appreciation for the play echoing through the theater. Layla stood up, her heart bursting with pride for her best friend. She made her way backstage, where Carrie stood, her eyes glistening with tears of joy.
"Layla," Carrie whispered, pulling her into a tight embrace. "I'm so proud of you. You've come so far, and I'm honored to have been a part of your journey."
Layla smiled through her tears, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the woman who had stood by her side through it all. "Carrie, you have no idea how much this play means to me. You've given me a voice, a way to heal, and a chance to help others who have faced similar struggles. I can never thank you enough."
Carrie held Layla's hand, her eyes filled with determination. "We're in this together, Layla. We'll continue to raise awareness, to support those who have suffered, and to create a world where no one has to suffer in silence."
And so, Layla and Carrie embarked on a new chapter of their lives, using their experiences and talents to make a difference. They organized workshops, support groups, and fundraisers, reaching out to survivors and offering them a safe space to heal. Through their efforts, they created a community of strength, resilience, and hope.
As the years passed, Layla's story became a beacon of light for those who had lost their way. The play, born out of pain and transformed into art, continued to touch hearts and change lives. Layla's untold story had finally found its voice, and it resonated with the world.
Amidst the roaring applause, Layla knew that her journey was far from over. But with Carrie by her side, she had the strength to face whatever challenges lay ahead. Together, they would continue to heal, to inspire, and to create a world where every untold story could find its voice.
In the realm of shattered dreams, where hope once thrived, Lies a story of resilience, where a soul survived. "Once filled with softness," she whispered with a sigh, "Now turned to stone, as pain weighs heavy on my mind."
Once upon a time, she danced with joy and grace, A spirit so vibrant, a smile upon her face. But darkness crept in, like a thief in the night, Leaving her broken, her spirit taking flight.
Sexual assault, a cruel and heartless act, Left her wounded, her innocence attacked. The hurt, the loss, the pain, all intertwined, Leaving her burdened, feeling so confined.
Oh, how she longed, for the lightness of before, To shed the weight, that burden she bore. But the heaviness remained, a constant weight, A reminder of the darkness, she couldn't escape.
Yet within the depths of her soul's hardened shell, A flicker of strength, a story yet to tell. For in the face of adversity, she found her might, A warrior rising, ready to fight.
With each step forward, she reclaimed her power, Finding solace in healing, hour by hour. Though the weight still lingers, she carries it with grace, A testament to her strength, in this challenging space.
For in the midst of the heaviness, she found her light, A resilience that burns, shining through the night. And though the softness may have turned to stone, Her spirit remains unbreakable, never alone.
So let her story be heard, a voice strong and true, A reminder to others, that healing is possible too. Though the weight may be heavy, and the journey long, She stands tall, a survivor, forever strong.
And as she looks back, on the path she's walked alone, She'll remember the transformation, from softness to stone. But in her heart, a flame burns, forever aglow, A symbol of her strength, as she continues to grow.
In the realm of innocence, where trust was pure, Lies a tale of longing, of a heart unsure. "I sometimes forget," she whispered with a sigh, "How easy it was, to say hello to a stranger passing by."
Once upon a time, she viewed the world with grace, Believing in the goodness, in every stranger's face. Her heart, an open book, ready to be read, A canvas of love, where friendships were spread.
But as time went on, and wounds began to scar, Her trust was shattered, like a fallen star. The ones she loved, turned out to be untrue, Leaving her skeptical, of the friendships she once knew.
Oh, how she longed, for that innocence again, To believe in the goodness, to trust without pain. But the scars ran deep, etched into her soul, A reminder of the hurt, that took its toll.
She learned the hard way, that not all is as it seems, That love can be deceptive, like a twisted dream. Yet in the midst of her skepticism's hold, A glimmer of hope, a story yet untold.
For in the depths of her heart, a flicker remained, A longing to connect, to trust once again. To find the courage, to say hello to a stranger, And embrace the possibility, of a friendship's danger.
For in the beauty of vulnerability's embrace, Lies the chance for connection, in this human race. To let go of the past, and open up anew, To find the strength to trust, in the chosen few.
So let her heart be cautious, but not closed, To navigate the waters, where friendships are composed. For in the dance of love, there's always a chance, To find the ones who'll stay, and make her heart dance.
And as she looks back, on the journey she's been through, She'll remember the lessons, both old and new. "I sometimes forget," she'll say with a glow, "How easy it was, to say hello to a stranger, and let love grow."
In the realm of time, where echoes replay, Lies a phenomenon, déjà vu's mysterious sway. A moment of recognition, a memory's embrace, Yet a lesson learned, in life's relentless chase.
Déjà vu, a whisper from the past, A gentle reminder, a message amassed. In the depths of our being, it stirs and it stings, A warning, a sign, of the pain it brings.
For in this strange dance, where time intertwines, We find ourselves caught, in a web of design. The familiar sights, the familiar sounds, A haunting reminder, of lessons unbound.
Oh, how we yearn, to break free from the chains, To escape the cycle, where déjà vu remains. But the universe whispers, in its cryptic way, That some lessons are learned, in the hardest of ways.
We stumble and fall, in the depths of our pride, Ignoring the signs, as we stubbornly stride. Déjà vu, a teacher, with a lesson to impart, That wisdom is earned, through the ache of the heart.
For in the repetition, we find clarity's light, A chance to rewrite, what once went awry. To learn from mistakes, to grow and to heal, To embrace the truth, that déjà vu reveals.
So let us not dismiss, this eerie sensation, But embrace its presence, with humble reflection. For in déjà vu's grip, lies a chance to evolve, To learn things the hard way, and truly evolve.
In the tapestry of time, where déjà vu resides, We find the wisdom, that life's journey provides. So heed its message, as it whispers anew, And learn from the past, as déjà vu guides you.
In the realm of shadows, where darkness resides, Lies a tale of creation, where horror coincides. "I've created a monster," cried Dr. Frankenstein, A creature born of science, a twisted design.
Like a narcissist's grip, his obsession took hold, As he stitched together life, a story yet untold. With each stolen breath, a new being took form, A creature so tormented, a soul trapped in storm.
Dr. Frankenstein, blinded by his own ambition, Unleashed a monster, a symbol of his derision. But little did he know, in his quest for control, A cycle of abuse would soon take its toll.
Just as in an abusive relationship's plight, The old self is slain, consumed by the night. A defensive anger, a new persona awakes, Confusion and tension, as the old self breaks.
The monster, once docile, now fueled by rage, A reflection of pain, trapped within a cage. In the depths of his being, a darkness now thrives, As he seeks revenge, where his creator connives.
Dr. Frankenstein, bewildered by his creation, Witnesses the consequences of his own damnation. The monster, a mirror of his own twisted mind, A reminder of the cruelty he left behind.
In this tale of horror, a deeper truth lies, Of the monsters we create, both seen and disguised. For within the darkness, where secrets reside, Lies the potential for evil, where innocence died.
So let us learn from Frankenstein's tragic tale, To tread with caution, to never blindly prevail. For the monsters we create, whether flesh or in soul, Can consume us whole, leaving us forever in the cold.
Jade, stood before the dilapidated house, its once vibrant exterior now faded and worn. The peeling paint and broken windows mirrored the cracks in her own weary soul. With a heavy heart, she pushed open the creaking door, stepping into the darkness that enveloped the abandoned dwelling.
As she ventured further into the house, a sense of unease settled upon her. The air was thick with a musty scent, and the silence was deafening. Each step she took echoed through the empty halls, amplifying her own loneliness. The dimly lit rooms seemed to reflect her own emotional state, casting long shadows that danced with her fears.
In one corner of the house, Jade noticed a faint glow seeping from beneath a door. Curiosity mingled with trepidation as she approached, her heart pounding in her chest. With trembling hands, she reached for the doorknob, hesitating for a moment before turning it.
As the door swung open, a rush of water burst forth, flooding the room in an instant. Jade was caught off guard, her body swept away by the forceful current. Panic gripped her as she struggled to keep her head above water, her limbs flailing against the relentless tide.
She was a strong swimmer, but the water seemed to have a mind of its own, refusing to yield. It surged around her, pulling her deeper into the house, its relentless flow overwhelming her senses. The dim light flickered, casting eerie shadows that danced upon the walls, mocking her futile attempts to escape.
Exhaustion settled into Jade’s bones as she fought against the unyielding current. Her muscles ached, her breath came in ragged gasps, and her mind grew foggy with fear. Loneliness wrapped around her like a suffocating shroud, amplifying her sense of despair.
In the midst of her struggle, Jade’s resolve wavered. She questioned whether it was worth fighting against the relentless torrent, whether surrendering to the depths would bring her the respite she so desperately craved. Her body grew heavy, her limbs weak, as she teetered on the edge of surrender.
Just as she was about to succumb to the darkness, the water began to drain, revealing a glimmer of hope. Jade’s weary heart fluttered with a flicker of relief, her body yearning for a moment's respite. But before she could catch her breath, the water surged back, filling the room once more.
The cycle repeated, each moment of rest teasingly brief, leaving Jade trapped in a never-ending loop of fear, loss, and exhaustion. The weight of her emotions pressed upon her, threatening to drown her spirit entirely.
In the depths of that flooded room, Jade’s struggle mirrored the depths of her own soul. She fought against the relentless tide, desperately seeking an escape from the darkness that threatened to consume her. And though she was weary and battered, a glimmer of determination remained, a flicker of hope that whispered, "Keep swimming, keep fighting."
For in the darkest moments, it is often the smallest spark that ignites the flame of resilience. And as Jade continued to swim against the unyielding current, she clung to that flicker of hope, knowing that one day, the waters would recede, and she would find her way back to the surface, stronger and wiser than before.