Dickinson Novels & Stories

Knight didn’t know the name of the bar he ended up in, only that it catered to the techie elite, business-oriented and political types, not your Average Joe or those in the military, and it had a solid selection of brand-name whiskey he’d been drinking like water for the past hour. Shame he didn’t feel anywhere close to drunk, but he rather thought he could make it to buzzed if he emptied another bottle or two of Macallan twenty-five years.

I wasn't a light weight - on the contrary actually if I had a full stomach. I felt his presence before I heard him. "Never had a woman call me over before." A deep and smouldering voice caused me to look up from drink. I didn't expect the rich my accent he had and it automatically made him ten times hotter. The stranger sat down on the empty stool next to me so close that I could smell the subtle cologne he wore. When I tell you that he was inked, I mean inked from the back of his hand all the way to his neck. It disappeared underneath the white dress shirt.

An hour later, after searching for anything to help us within books that ranged from brand new to hundreds of years old, I huffed with disappointment and decided to stretch my legs; my pale finger trailed over the spines of books, dust painting my fingertip. Once I reached the poetry section, I smiled brightly. All around me were books from Silvia Plath, Edgar Allan Poe, Emily Dickson, Robert Frost, and many others that were like my old friends. Taking a random book off the shelf, I flipped through its contents. "(...) Sing your death song, and die like a hero going home." ~ Tecumseh "You enjoy poetry too?" A familiar voice spoke behind me, making my heart speed up as I jumped slightly. Turn

Dylan reached to the bakery where he saw the girls were sitting idle, all of their faces sad. "Pidge?" he looked around then to the girls. "She is gone..." Winter stated impassively. He rushed out of the bakery looking around just to find her. Dialling her number, he waited for her to answer. Dylan was getting insane...both of his hands tight on his head. "Pidge!" he yelled before getting on his knees. A bleak, thin wind it was, like a fine sour wine, searching the marrow and bringing no bloom to the cheek.

" I said and he left while I went inside feeling sorry for him over the misfortune that befall him. While Emjay was leaving London, I wished I could swap places with him. It is unfortunate his goal didn't work out. I guess we all have our low moments even the influential ones. I finished my chores, made lunch and asked Kiki to deliver it to our mother at the bar. I wasn't feeling sleepy so I decided to write moreover, I haven't written for a while. I opened a new page from the diary Dr. Amrah gave me and all I could think about was love. I didn't even know why, how I aligned the words and sentences but all I knew was that I penned down something beautiful. I have a habit of reading out my ar

My favorite poet is Emily Dickson. If at all I died, it is because I wanted to, I have always wanted to, because I feel unworthy, I dint love myself

I would have remembered this guy. As our drinks are delivered, Drake glances at my drink wondering what it is. “Whiskey,” I say in answer to his visible question. Drake reaches over and taps my glass with his and says, “To new beginnings.”. I sit for a minute wondering what that means, could he know about my rejection – goddess that would be embarrassing but not something I am going to focus on right now. Agreeing it was time for new beginnings, I tap his glass back “To new beginnings.”.

When it comes down to thinking about Love, people get confused. I am taking the dance shoes you bought once from me. I am taking a few more things with me which will remain with me forever. In return I have nothing to give you except some painful memories from my end. But I grew a small bunch of Daffodils down there at the side of the lawn these days. Take care of them as they were my favourite. You know Daffodil means rebirth or hope. They struggle through the winter to come in Spring in order to decorate our nature with its colour of happiness.

I immediately saved her number. Me: yeah sure. unknown: 9th XXX drive. I looked at the weather app on my phone to check if it was too cold to go, we were smack dab in the middle of October and if it was too cold then sorry. It was 56 degrees outside, I guess it wasn't too cold. Me: kk.

I guess If I squint my eyes, tilt my head, stand on one foot and hop up and down, I can see they might have the same nose, but that's pretty much where the similarities stop. "Max, thank-you again. I'm Candice, Candice Holmes. I didn't know bikers have their own tow truck." I say lower my head at me shoving my foot in my mouth. That was a rude statement for the man that decided to pull over and save me. Besides, I learned last year that appearances are not at all what they seem. I have no room to judge him like society does when my very father looks like an upstanding citizen but is quite the opposite.