Emily (part three)

For the last three years Emily had been working six days a week and thirteen hours a day at the diner. On her day off she was forced to spend her time attempting to clean the house after her mothers continuous substance abuse party's.  Emily's mother had been trying to take as much of her…

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Emily (part two)

After a very long bus ride across town, a plea to the bus driver over incorrect fare and a nice old lady paying the last few cents she owed Emily had finally arrived at the diner for her interview. The morning sun had just begun to rise over the silhouetted tree line, frozen mist still…

Emily (part one)

The night was much darker than normal, the black so thick that even her breathing felt laboured. Ice cold air Nipping at her finger tips, mocking her for not choosing to wear gloves. She walked home slower than she usually did, however not out of choice. She felt tired tonight, each step more effort than…