Summer Robinson is an aspiring young writer. She enjoys writing darker poetry, flash fiction, and short stories. In 2013, she finished her first work, Anthology of Seasons, for a school project. Summer intends to look into publishing this first collection of stories and poems as she begins work on her newest project, her first full-length novel.
Summer recently graduated from Rancho Christian High School, and lives in Southern California with her parents, younger brother, and her pet cat, Tinkerbell. She is a fan of movies and music, and can often be found watching the latest trailers for up and coming indie films. She also enjoys varying types of YA fiction. Her current favorite books are The Fault in Our Stars by John Green, Divergent by Veronica Roth, and the Anya Balanchine saga by Gabrielle Zevin. When she is not spending time on her favorite hobbies, she can be found in the company of her close friends, probably at the local Barnes and Noble.
Read Her Work...
From "The Snow Globe" by Summer Robinson
...I used to live inside a snow globe.
Happy in my ignorance,
sparkles swirled around me
and life was filled with a perfect melody.
Even when the world was upside down–
I was safe...
From "Murderer" by Summer Robinson
I lay on the cool tile stones of the bathroom floor, a huddled ball between the sink and the bathtub. A carpet of tissues surrounded me, some covered in the sticky residue of my mascara, others soaked with tears and snot. The freezing rain beat down on the roof with unmerciful force, and the wind wailed mournfully against the windows.
You’re so stupid, the voice in my head spat venomously. This is all your fault, Hanna. You should have known better.
I whimpered, hugging my knees closer to my chest, trying to protect myself from the crushing blows that only existed inside my head.
They’ll be coming for you soon, Hanna. What are you going to do? Will you go quietly, let them take you? Will you let them hurt you?
With bone-chilling terror, I realized I had no idea what would happen to me now. Would I be sent away, with no explanation? Would my family even want to remain close to me after they knew the truth? Would they just kill me, put me out of my misery?
My mind, no longer under my control, vengefully brought me back to the moment a few hours ago, when this all began…
"My thoughts are stars I can't fathom into constellations."
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