Let me be vital. / I want to burn myself out. #39 Poetry - 11/6/16.

A collection of short stories, drabbles, and bizarre things.

This is just an assortment of my thoughts. The cover was produced by @etherealinsanity, who has her own collection of thoughts in a book called 'set free', which will literally leave you speechless. She was one of my many inspirations to write myself and has supported me along the way.

Nell Watson just can't seem to get it right. Her parents treat her coldly no matter what she does and the one member of her family she could count on, her younger sister Paige, has turned her back on Nell. Now, everything's changing and Nell is starting to think that maybe perfect isn't all it's cracked up to be, especially when she starts slipping up...and liking it. Gray West is not a guy you want to mess with but Nell can't seem to stop herself from losing her famous cool around him. Maybe a little imperfection is all she needs.

When Corinna Evans' mother is sent to prison, Corinna has nowhere else to go so she moves back in with her father and his family. Determined to make it through these last few months of school, she only wants to keep a low profile and get by but someone keeps getting in her way. Tyler Flynn has been best friends with Corinna's brother forever and she's never liked him. What happens when her feelings start to change? And will her family ever forgive her for her past?

Seventeen-year-old April Parker wakes up in an underground facility, a shock bracelet on her wrist and a five-day countdown on the clock. Dozens of other teens share her inexplicable fate, but their unseen captors never intervene no matter how brutal conditions become. When the ruthless - and unnervingly magnetic - Marcus seizes control, April's trauma-forged instinct is to lay low. But protecting her friends drives her to bargain with the boy she should fear most - a boy whose reality fractures with every tick. Then the countdown ends, and the real terror begins. Powers ignite. Alliances shatter. And predators are born. And with a saboteur among them determined to keep the doors closed forever, escaping what comes next may be the only way to survive it.

Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer had a powerful influence in my life. I owe him my romantic and idealistic vision of the world. He died very young, in poverty. In these really tough times, I've decided to honor his memory. Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer: Introduction. I don’t know if this is a real event that seems like a story, or a story that seems like a real event. But what I can say is that it offers us a sad truth, a very sad truth, which I may be one of the last to take advantage of, given the state of my imagination. With this idea, someone else might perhaps have made some gloomy psychological analysis; I have tried to write a story which, for those who see nothing remarkable in its content, will at least entertain them for a while.