Mickie Dennison
Bio
Hey, I'm Mickie and I hate writing bios. I'm 23, an Aquarius Stellium, a broke humanitarian, and a lover of coffee, grilled cheese & pasta. I have a beautiful 2-year-old daughter, who I'll just refer to as "E". I have roots in both FL & IL.
Stories (8/0)
Unseen Protector
“I always felt inspired by the way her golden curls cascaded across her cheekbones and down to her chin. When I first laid eyes on her, I knew that she alone was the reason my heart beats. Samantha. My Samantha. Everything about her seemed magical and surreal. The way she laughed made me stop to catch my breath. Her smile lured me in and made time appear to slow to a crawl. Even the way her wrist flicked when she was telling a story was graceful and timeless. She was perfect, to me.
By Mickie Dennison3 years ago in Criminal
Fear
And let it be known, I’ve said with my actions, That I do not make good decisions. Pleading belief with their eyes, yet a shrug on their tongues, “She has a good heart,” my loved ones have always voiced the excuse that I wouldn’t utter for myself. Truthfully, I didn’t think that there need be excuses. I never thought anyone was actually watching. Until the day there was one set of eyes, carefully trained upon me.
By Mickie Dennison3 years ago in Fiction
Sit Still
I remember candy wrappers. An endless amount of candy wrappers. At first, I thought it was endearing that a 25-year-old man got so much joy from something as simple as a Jolly Rancher. Now, I wonder if it was the bitterness inside of him that made him crave and consume so many sweets.
By Mickie Dennison3 years ago in Fiction
Gizmo
Nicholas’ leg swung back and forth through the air as he sat perched upon the metal beam of a high-rise’s skeleton. He gazed mindlessly through his binoculars at the barren landscape before him. A gentle breeze broke up the heat that enveloped his sun-kissed skin. Usually, by this time of day, the torridity of the Wasteland would make the air thick enough to choke on. Coupled with the scarcity of water, it was unusual to find its inhabitants doing much more than lazing about. Today was a gift.
By Mickie Dennison3 years ago in Fiction