Emily A Dinwiddie
Bio
Am a 30+ year experienced script/screenplay/storyline writer. Writing is my passion. I write poetry when my Muse gives it. My guardian burned my creative writings in '85, but I kept going anyway.
My work is Copyrighted.
Stories (21/0)
A Thousand Years
Duncan loved Ana with all his heart, soul and spirit, and their love endured much like the song A Thousand Years. Their love spanned time and could not be dampened even with the evil witch's curse that held him to the house. Margaret and Duncan were betrothed, but as time went on, Duncan found that Margaret's views did not line up with his own, therefore he released her from the betrothal. Margaret was not happy about this, to say the least, you know the saying "Hell hath no fury like that of a woman scorned"? Well, Margaret was more than scorned and more dangerous than the average woman.
By Emily A Dinwiddie4 years ago in Futurism
The Path
Once very recently, I was hiking with my two dogs, Stirling and Thistle, in the mountains of North Carolina. As we traveled along, seeing many beautiful sights. from rock formations and powerful waterfalls to wonderous valleys viewed from splendorous mountains, we happened upon a rock bridge that appeared to be natural, but was indeed man-made, but blended in very well with the surrounding area.
By Emily A Dinwiddie4 years ago in Humans
Blinded by the Light
The search for one's true mate, loved one, that other piece of their soul that makes them feel complete, can be frustrating, annoying, even maddening. But if one takes the time to work on themselves, love themselves and open their hearts to whatever the universe has in store to grant them, the results can be quite fulfilling. The person that one thinks is their soulmate could very well indeed be a soulmate, but soulmates are only temporary, here to teach us lessons, they are not necessarily our twin flames or a life partner. Twin flames/life partners are souls that are cut from the same universal energy as you. For instance, they can be in the Creative Arts just as you are, or in whatever field your passion is.
By Emily A Dinwiddie5 years ago in Humans
Next Generation
I tried to stifle my screams of pain, the contractions were almost too much to take. After ten hours of contractions and biting on things to keep the screams from being heard past the walls of my cabin, I delivered her just after twelve noon, full head of jet black hair, ice blue eyes, distinct features; I could see all my loved ones in her new face. Her blood on my hands was the least of my problems, having just given birth to the next generation in a long line of witches. I could hear the wind howling outside. Off in the distance, I heard the dogs baying at a scent trail as I cradled my newborn daughter. I took the athame and cut the cord, laying her on the furs next to me. I got up to a squatting position as the next contraction expelled the afterbirth, which I disposed of in the fire.
By Emily A Dinwiddie5 years ago in Futurism
Broken Rings
Brianna, an enterprising young lady, pedals her bicycle into the small English village with a purpose. She loved helping people, whether it be with herbs or counseling in the way of hypnotherapy. She had contacted the owner of a flat and shoppe days before to secure the location. She had endured so much recently, her husband dying, the accusations of ordering her husband killed, accusations of being a witch, theft of her beloved dogs. To be honest, how could she have planned for her husband to be killed in a true accident? His car was crushed between two lorry trucks on the way home from work. When the police showed up at her door, they told her that there wasn’t much left of the car... or him. The only way she was able to identify him was by the wedding ring on his dismembered finger, which was still attached to the steering wheel. She returned home after the body identification to find the door broken and her dogs gone. She still didn’t know who did it, but has had plenty of time to think about the previous months’ events while riding her bicycle to the new village for a fresh start.
By Emily A Dinwiddie5 years ago in Humans
Make A Wish
Make a wish they said when I blew out the candles on my birthday cake. But I knew my wish would never come true because of the manipulative and restrictive ways of my Guardian. Anything I had aspired to do, she had to say no to for some stupid reason. I wanted to be an air traffic control officer—no; I wanted to be an auto mechanic, oh, that's a man's job, she said. I wanted to be a horse trainer—those jobs are not for women, she would say.
By Emily A Dinwiddie5 years ago in Motivation
The Scottish Festival Surprise
Eleanor Morgan Dunwythe, a 30-something year old lady, five feet seven inches tall, a few extra pounds, with hazel eyes, auburn hair, fair skin, dressed in a burgundy skirt with a white peasant blouse, and a burgundy vest, walks through the local annual Scottish festival, filled with all different colour tents: white, blue and white striped, brown and white, canvas. The sounds of laughter, negotiating of purchases, tempting offers, and celtic music float on the slight breeze. She is perusing the items for sale or display in the various booths and tents: small statues, incense burners, candle holders, wooden signs, leather goods, bustiers, corsets, skirts, overdresses, children’s items, British food items such as vegemite, marmalade, Yorkshire tea, irn-bru, sgian dubh knives and swords. In one of the tents, she spies a handmade handbag, with a silk daisy on it, and purchases it. In another booth, she is drawn to a silver celtic triquetra necklace and matching bracelet, which she immediately purchases and puts on. As she’s leaving the booth, a six foot tall Scotsman with dark hair, ice blue eyes, and wearing a kilt comes running by and bumps into her, almost knocking her over, but catches her. Their eyes meet and they both feel an almost electric connection. He profusely apologizes and invites her out to dinner. She accepts his invitation and he explains he must first go to his Clan’s tent for a meeting and a commencement dance and would she mind coming along. She agrees, he takes her hand, and she matches his quick pace on the way to his Clan’s tent. People that they pass by look at them curiously and then resume their browsing.
By Emily A Dinwiddie5 years ago in Humans