I'm Nobody Who Are You Emily Dickinson Novels & Stories

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

Motioning for him to take a seat, Gregory complied without a trace of concern for the man's intimidating demeanor. "So, you are the CEO of SiTech. I have heard much about you. People speak highly of your accomplishments. I am Gregory Adams, owner and founder of the Adams Association. Care to introduce yourself?" Gregory extended a cordial hand. "I am Jeremy, Jeremy Nobody," came the reply. "Hmm, an intriguing last name. Is it a family name?" Gregory inquired. "No, it is simply my name. I have no family," Jeremy responded.

When my parents divorce, they agree that my brother Zane Powell and I will each live with one of them for a year at a time, switching back and forth. But every single year, when it's time to switch before school starts, they always end up fighting over Zane. "Zane, would you like to travel with me over the Fourth of July?" My dad, Jim Powell, frowns. "Zane is staying with me this year. Don't get involved." My mom, Martha Zane, sneers. "I was away for work and left him with you for 17 days last year. I want those days back!" "It wasn't even a full 17 days. It was only 16 days and 8 hours." Zane sighs. "It would be great if I could split myself in half." After arguing for a long time, M

Their expressions were far from pleasant; it was as if they were poised to pounce the moment they identified the culprit. I observed silently, also awaiting the revelation of who had dared to cross this pampered girl. Even if I already knew, I had no intention of intervening to prevent them from punishing the offender. The culprit should have known better than to provoke a pampered girl. "It's just some ugly nobody," Emily ranted, wearing an evil expression. Adira looked perplexed and impatient as she inquired, "Is this individual truly a nobody?" Given Emily's characterization of the person as a nobody, it was logical to assume that everyone would associate her description with the servants

I wasn't trash and I would never be a nobody. The only trash was the fool who gave up his future in the name of love. The only nobody was the barren madwoman with no legacy to her name than murderer. That would never be me.

The students filed in, including Lydia, who took her usual seat by the window and immediately buried herself in her notebook, refusing to look at me. Also in the class was Emily. She walked in as if she owned the place: blonde hair perfectly set, her uniform looking designer when, in reality, it was the same as everyone else's. She caught my eye and smiled-one of those slow, knowing smiles that makes your skin crawl. Then she sat down in the front row, crossed her legs deliberately, and stared at me with those cold blue eyes. I taught the lesson on autopilot, discussing Emily Dickinson's "Because I could not stop for Death" with grim irony. The whole time, I felt both girls' eyes on me... Ly

"Emily! Emily!" Emily? My brain took a second to find the name. Then it clicked. Oh. That Emily. That nerdy little bookworm from a few months back. The one who always wore those boring, plain clothes and never talked to anyone, the one we had played. I had completely forgotten she even existed. She was just... nobody. Where did she even go?

I stepped back, pulse roaring in my ears. “Mommy?” Emma whispered. “Who’s that?” I shook my head, trying to find my voice. “No one, baby. Just someone passing by.” But I didn’t believe it for a second.

I got to the house and walked straight to the bar, pouring myself a drink. I stood by the windows looking out at New York. All those lights. All those people. And I was alone. I took a drink and pulled out my phone. Opened that guest list again. I scrolled through the names. Reading each one carefully. "Who are you?" I said out loud to no one. Can you possibly be my Emily? My phone buzzed. A text from Marcus. "I made some calls about the woman you're looking for. No one seems to know who she was. Do you want me to keep looking?"

She said, turning her back against me and I felt empty and void. Her words rang continuously in my head till my soul absorbed it all. My heart clenched in pain and my hand scratched for revenge. “But I wished to but I can’t.” Hot Tears trickled down my cheek, “Who am I to stand against an influential son?….I’m just a nobody.” More tears profusely ran down my cheeks. My heart felt warmed when I heard her footstep walking closer to me. “You aren’t a nobody, You’re Gigi and that’s who you are.” She patted my back.