Dickinson Novels & Stories

Broken and irritatingly pitchy. ‘’Where is Ms. Green?’’ my voice came out a little aloof now, and she stiffened at her foot. This blond is wearing a very skimpy office attire which I hate. It covers almost nothing and if she bends over a little, just to pick out a dropped pen on the floor, everything under that black mini skirt of hers will be revealed. Her makeup is as thick as a cake frosting and her hair was perfectly curled, unlike Ms. Green’s. She always wore those granny dresses that flow with the wind and her hair was always tied in a neat bun which made her look like my grandma. I would never lust over Ms. Green. Maybe that’s why we stayed together for years now.

“Oh poor, poor Azure. You really have been cheated on, huh?” Waltz looked over coldly. “Hey Dicky, bon appétit. Enjoy your rocks.” Dickinson was taken aback. “Why should I eat rocks? I’m no fool.” Alex’s expression turned cold as well. “You lost, suck it up.” Dickinson looked extremely smug. “So what if I don’t want to admit defeat? What did I say just now? Do you have proof? No, right? But hey brat, I admire you. You’re daring enough to take Azure’s woman. He’s from Thousand Miles Conglomerate too, you know? Wouldn’t you be scared of getting your d*ck cut off the next day as revenge?”

She had to listen to him without looking at him. “I would, except I don’t know where the beginning really is.” He chuckled. “Have you heard the term star dust?” “Yes,” Kristen replied as she looked up and could see him there with her, but it was like he wasn’t right there in front of her either. “Aren’t we all made up of star dust?” “No.” He replied. “Some of us are more than just that.” “I don’t understand.” She replied as she looked back at the picture in her lap. “Why do I feel so different with this one picture?”

I met a traveller from an antique land, Who said-"Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed; And on the pedestal, these words appear: My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings; Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair! Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away." P.B Shelley

"I am Millie, I am seventeen years old why am I alone in this world? Why can't I find love? I know that I am worthy of love. Or at least that's what I keep telling myself. I sure hope to find love this year around." I write in my diary before grabbing my bag to go to a place where I know I could possibly find a job. A mental asylum. I found an ad in the paper asking for two kinds of help, cook and housekeeper. I am however a little bit frightened of doing this kind of work on a count that I'd be surrounded by a crazy people all day. Who knows what they are in for. How could I possibly be kept safe from danger? I live in a one room apartment but I have a neighbor who pays for my rent. A sweet

I don't want to be here. Grabbing my thickest jacket from the closet and stepping into my shoes with my warmest socks on, I head out the front door, looking back into the dark rooms, saying goodbye. I shut the door and walk slowly down the porch steps. No one would be out and about at such a time, but Waindale isn't like other towns. For all I know, half the population is at the town center dancing naked under the full moon. Imagine that. I can. I can picture my bare body drenched in moonlight. Instead of regular townies, those surrounding me would be hungry beasts. My pale limbs flail like that of an injured animal. I'm dripping blood. The metallic stench clouds their senses. They're ready

but I never imagined that something like this would happen, the handsome man in front of me smiles and whispers “Griffin…” I say in a whisper, he shows his perfect teeth and gives me that smile that dazzled me in the restaurant. “That's it beautiful, it's me...” he comments in a sweet tone, I take a step back and trip over my own feet, losing my balance immediately I have him on me surrounding my waist. “Be careful, don't move so fast... dizziness and vomiting is normal... it always happens, but don't worry...” he says, removing a lock of hair from my face... “in a while you'll feel very well...” his proximity causes a shivered, and the smell of her perfume permeates my nose, making me ner

Emily Warner The loud knocking and my cat meowing in my face woke me up. What the damn hell? “Emily Anne Warner, if you don’t open this damned door in a minute, I swear to god I will knock it down with a bulldozer. I am not kidding you. You haven’t replied to any texts or calls in a week. At least before that you answered my texts. I am not going to leave you alone now.” I sat up straight in my bed as I could hear Danika yelling.

I would let the darkness take me and be the nothing that I was. I made it across the parking lot to the street corner. Another look around showed the streets empty of cars, of people, of all life. How could it be this empty? It was only midnight. Didn't anyone go out at night at all? Why was our store open so late if no one came out this way anyway?

He had seen me after all. “ I don’t know what you're talking about,” I said. I clutched the door behind me as he moved closer. Our bodies were inches apart and it was getting harder to concentrate because of his bare chest that was muscular and covered with ink. " Tell me principessa, do you think of me when you trail your fingers down your stomach and between your thighs? Do you think of me as you work yourself trying to reach the brick of euphoria? Do you imagine it's my fingers as you work faster to ease the ache between your thighs? Do you scream my name as your walls clench around your digits and your eyes roll to the back of your head when you orgasm? "