Historias de Alittlebitofeverything

What's cool, cool kids? I'm Queenie and this is my blog. Feel free to suggest topics and ask me questions. Don't be gross, though. Anyway, thanks for reading and enjoy!

Most of them are writing prompts, some are plot twists and character development questions Most of them are mine, but some are from Tumblr or they're (slightly modified) song lyrics.

My poetry because I like writing poems If y'all are waiting for some aesthetic or sum good ass description WHEEZE YOU GOT THE WRONG AUTHOR. . . . . UWU Its gonna have a little bit of everything. From sad poems, to love poems, from my opinions on something, to something I'm mad about, etc etc. Dont be shy, read my poems. I'm begging you, I'm a nice person GIVE DA BOOK A CHANCE.

For Rose, depression was a normal thing growing up. It wasn't until eighth grade that she found out she wasn't doomed to be friendless all her life. This taught her that life can be somewhat happy to live. Then high school happened with harder classes, fake friends, and more difficult self-conflicts. After high school she was able to leave the small town she hated to follow her dream she so carefully created, based upon what she believed would make her happy. Hoping that her past doesn't come back to haunt her, she embraces her dream and finds the happiness she spent years dreaming of. "I know there is only so far on this earth we can run, and it is not far enough." -Dracula Untold (2014) Will she be able to outrun her past, or will it catch up to her, for better or for worse.

DGHS est. 1932

Marina is a young enough girl of seventeen years of age. She is in an awkward spot in life where it is expected of her to become independent and come with an ideal level of maturity. Unfortunately, she can't help reminiscing and dreaming back to her warm days of blue where her problems were not as a big and and the unknown not as close as she constantly wishing for these unknown changes to finally tide in her favour.

A book in which I'll work my upmost best to develop... FEEL MY PASSION. It's gonna be filled w all of my emotions, and this book is about to becomes my personal punching bag. EITHER WAY I HOPE Y'ALL ENJOY SM

These poems are written by myself and mean a lot to me. Please don't steal them or claim them as yours. Let me know what you think of them. I hope you like them!

Hiraeth (hi-raeth) N An earnest longing for a home that no longer exists or never was. A deep and irrational bond felt with a time, era, place, or person Credits to KawaiiSugar2006 on Pinterest for the cover! This is a mix of poems and rants, enjoy ig lol <33

Those are the only words I can say. Because I've got such strong feelings, Hidden beneath such a strong surface That no one's allowed to guess I'm imperfect. But that's not only myself But my works, Every poem, story and lark. I'm far from perfect. And I'm far from proud to admit it. Benign emotions. Indignant words. Poems written with devotion. Some, too absurd, And might cause you To book an appointment For a hospital ward. • • • • • • Cover credits go to @meha-k

A lot of different poems written by me.

This is going to be a wee bit of a romance/thriller story. I've been tossing the idea around for months. I hope you will like it, this is my FIRST Story, Not a poem and not a rant, an actual story this time. I hope it turns out alright. Anyways, I love you all, You're all Beautiful.

I'm pretty laid back, and I have to go back and waste my life on pointless stuff like anime and webcomics, so I'll just tell it to you straight. This is a pretty cool book with short stories, poems, and anything I decide I want to share with you people of the internet. Short story ideas are welcome, and if you have any questions, just ask. Late, My Dudes~ Okuni Nushi

Some found on napkins, others found in notebook, all poetic. Full works or pieces of poems I've written over the past year, because of a prompt or because of a feeling.

Some of these will be really short, others not so much. There will be sad stuff, happy stuff, random stuff, a little bit of everything I guess.

«We started dying before the snow and like the snow, we continued to fall.” My eyes weren't used to the dark yet, but I could see shadows. Shadows I did not recognise at all. I went down the stairs slow, step by step skipping the two middel steps since they made a teribble loud sound. I felt the cold breeze coming through the window and this wouldn't have bothered me if I didn't know for a fact that I had closed the window. Another noise, I headed for the kitchen when someone grabbed me from behind and held a cold hand over my mouth. My heart beat raised, I could hear my own blood flow trough my veins and then... This is Crystal's story and before it's done she will have loved, killed, outwitted, saved or betrayed those who cross her path.

Like I said in the title, one-shots. If you guys like some of these enough, I may turn them into stories. this was also to appease my friend who was pissed at me for not updating my other story.