Bailie 👻

14. She/her I love writing, reading, dogs, music, and blue sour patch. I love fantasy and mystery books. Horror is a close second. One of my favorite series is A Good Girls Guide to Murder. I want to get better, feedback is much appreciated! 🩵

Bailie 👻

The Diary’s Of Emerson Moore (pt.6)

Bailie 👻

3 min read

I never thought I would hate snow more. Even without a broken ankle, I would have been slipping and sliding all over the place.

James had long given up trying to carry me, as he couldn’t seem to make it two feet on his own. His arm was around my waist, sending electricity up and down my body.

I cursed as I hit an ice patch. I flailed wildly, looking for something to grab onto. I gripped a

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Mystery

Thriller

Too Late

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1 min read

She was the face that haunted me every time I closed my eyes. Always there, welcoming me with open arms. Her long black hair that was so much like mine framed her face. Green eyes that twinkled like she always knew something we didn’t. Laugh lines that surrounded the corners of her eyes and the smile that was always on her mouth. She was always making jokes, trying to get everyone to join in. She ...

The Diary Of Emerson Moore (pt. 5)

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3 min read

**[Flash backs will be in bold. **🩵**]**

Warning* Cussing, Death, blood and other ‘gory?’ details. Read at your own will.

…“Your time is up! Better run!”

I gaped at our two kidnappers, shocked. Did they know I broke my ankle? Even now, I could feel the pain radiating through my foot.

There was a rustling behind me as James stepped towards me. He eyed the two and turned around.

“Get on my...

Mystery

The Definition Is Wrong

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1 min read

Grief is a peculiar thing. The exact definition is ‘the anguish experienced after a significant loss, usually the death of a beloved person.’ That’s wrong though. Grief is crushing. It never leaves you, even after years. It sneaks up on you. You can never tell when it will break your heart and leave you breathless.

My mind was numb. There was no noise, no taste, no smells. It was just me, sittin...

The Diary Of Emerson Moore (pt. 4)

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3 min read

I gasped, struggling to draw in a breath. My eyes flickered open, but everything was covered in darkness. I couldn't even make out the strands of hair hanging right in front of my eyes.

Then came the pain.

It was a searing, all-consuming kind of pain. I thrashed against the restraints on my legs and arms. Tears welled up. _Why was I here? Where was I?_ I tensed as I heard something shift behin...

Thriller

Mystery

The Diary Of Emerson Moore (pt. 3)

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3 min read

We both jumped. I took a deep breath and dragged the back of my hand under my eyes. “What was that?” God, I was pathetic. My entire body was still trembling and my voice was shaky.

_Get ahold of yourself, _I thought_. _

“I think the tire popped.” She said, getting up and looking out of the window. Sure enough, the RV was headed down an empty side road. As soon as we hit the dirt, whoever was dr...

Action

Dramatics

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2 min read

I loved riding my bike. It was like it was apart of me. I could never let it go.

If you ever asked why I rode, I would say because it’s cool. If you asked me on a deeper level, it’s because the wind rushing through my hair and the adrenaljne from the speed makes me happy. It reminds me of home

The first time I rode was with my dad. He had this huge, old bike that I loved. Now, what I’m about t...

Home Sweet Home

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2 min read

Nerves struck me like lightning. I, Madelyn Grace, was nervous to see my boyfriend, whom I had known for my whole life.

Our parents had been best friends growing up, and we’ve lived next to each other our whole lives. When we were little, we would spend every waking moment together.

So why the _hell_ was I _nervous_?

I honestly couldn’t answer that. Maybe it’s because I haven’t seen him in al...

Romance

The Diary Of Emerson Moore (pt. 2)

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3 min read

**[Flashbacks will be in bold]**

You have to lose yourself in order to find yourself.

My friends were taking that saying way to literally. Olivia was whispering furiously to James, who sat in the Captains seat. They found the map, and were trying to find out where we were.

If there’s one thing I can say about them, they do not work well under stress. Sadie was biting her nails as she kept re...

Action

YA fiction

Itch

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1 min read

When I was little, I never dreamed of being a killer. I was a normal kid. I wanted to be a marine biologist, or a doctor. I think it all started when I was seventeen. I was involved in a hit and run, and damn did it feel good. I only thought about it one or twice every day.

That kinda thrill never leaves you. It consumes you. There’s this itch, it chases you, haunts you until you satisfy it. Eve...