Dickinson قصص

Amherst has always been small enough to hold every secret-and large enough to let them echo for a lifetime. Emily Dickinson buries herself in poems no one is meant to read, while Sue Gilbert learns that loving Emily means living in the spaces between what is spoken and what must remain hidden. As seasons pass, letters pile up, flowers bloom and wither, and the world beyond the Dickinson house demands futures neither of them ever imagined. Bound by ink, stolen moments, and a love that refuses to fade, Emily and Sue must decide whether some stories are meant to be written... or simply lived. A quiet, slow-burning romance inspired by history, where every poem carries a confession and every silence says what words cannot.

More of your poems from the public domain. From the human community. What a concept.

My take on how Dickinson would have continued. This fanfic is inspired by Emily Dickinson's original poems. This is a PURE WORK OF FICTION. This fanfic in no way is meant to hurt anyone's sentiments and has been written with respect for Emily Dickinson in mind.

A collection of miscellaneous poetry. All original. Enjoy! (The title is named after the first poem of the volume.)

when kate bishop goes home with clint barton for christmas, his daughter hannah has too familiar of a face. inspired by a tiktok by @haileefan3 on tiktok :)! all forms of lowercase, intentional

Poems about my questions, questions about death and life that no one can answer and about the world.

HIII SO THIS IS MALE READER BC TOO MUCH GENDER DYSPHORIA WITH A FEM READER! SO YAH and im bored so yeah. Emily Dickinson poEms will be used in this so yop :)

What did one nobody really say to the other nobody in Emily Dickinson's famous poem?

My personal favorites ☀️

"What is your name?" I asked. They smiled as they answered. "You can call me Anubis. Or Morana. Hades, Javaraya, Hel, Nephthys or Marama. I have been given many names by many people." I stared in confusion at them. They chuckled. "Or you can call me Joe." "Joe?" "Just Joe, yes." ______________ This is a story of love and death. It is Mylah's story. She is a young woman overburdened with the reality of living. On the edge of giving up. That is where she meets Death. On the edge of a roof, far away from reason and anything else that might distract her from ending it all. But this possible end, might just be the beginning of a millennia long relationship with a being as old as humanity itself.

You have always been friends with the Havisham siblings. Until your parents got divorced. Your dad held most of the money so your mom was left poor. The mom found a decent room at a motel and set things up. Eventually she kicked Y/n out. No big deal to them though they came to terms that they were simply a burden a waist of money.

"Killing context one text at a time." Imogen Ditcher's main goal for the Summer holidays was to finally put her past behind her and confront her long dead arch nemesis, English poet, John Keats. The only way of doing so: barbecuing every text she studied that year. The only people crazy enough to help her are sitting right where she needs them. In the local park. With the help of the literary greats (including Shakespeare, Wilde and even Keats himself), an angsty boy who calls himself Morrissey and two Shakespeare fanatics, a journey of self discovery ensues.

Sixteen year old Emily has been struggling with growing feelings for her best friend Sue, and what to make of them. Before she departs to a seminary school, that her parents have forced her to go to for a year, she decides it's finally time to tell her best friend how she feels and they must decide what it all means for their relationship. #4 in #emisue 04/01/2021 :,) #8 in #dickinson 04/18/2021 <3 #3 in dickinson 05/06/2021 uwu