Historias de Leaves

Follow my life through my photographs (ps. the cover is one of my photos) ((pps. I rarely use other photos on this account because idk it gives me a sense of authenticity I guess)) (((okay you can read my book now)))

i decided to do something with my life! be creative and involved<33 i called this inktober but i'm slowly just dumping better thoughts here

This is not a love story. this book show the true meaning of life and its ups and downs. it the real world there is no happy endings. This book follows the memory's of Autumn Pierce. this book will enlighten you and show you life may not be easy but that doesn't mean you sit and sulk

My first (and maybe only) book of shorts and stubs that have run through my mind. Some likely are upbeat and all, but also some with a dark side I often try to hide. It's all for peoples enjoyment; hey, and maybe I'll get people thinkin' about things. Rankings: #203 in "Shorts" - 2/1/19

You can find magic anywhere. Even written about on a piece of toilet paper.

Poem about the loneliest person in the entire planet. (credits to the owner of my photo-cover. It is not entirely mine)

Every autumn, the leaves fall from the trees and coat the ground in shades of orange and yellow. This is a fact we all know and accept, often embracing the beauty that comes with it. Though, most of the time, we hardly spare it a thought. Those cold, abandoned leaves laying on the frost covered ground -- what is autumn to them? Inspired by Arioso by J.S. Bach

The rain comes down to save, to clean, to touch, to love us; is coming down to help us cry and pass the tears to mother earth, mixed with sky's tears. The rain is a magic mythological creation by gods; at the same time is a simple trivial realistic moment of the everyday simple life of an earthy human being full of feelings. A collection of human emotions packed with rain senses. A moment of real life in epic strength.

Autumn's death and rebirth

Ah, memories. No matter what you do, they are forever. Remember that memories are alive, everywhere. Anywhere. I will remember. I will not forget. Because where you are now, you surely must've forgotten. So I will remember. For both of us. Short Story, Romance, Poetry

See a leaf speak, when it is the first one to fall from a tree.

read the title again, slowly the only order is the order they're written

A compilation of poems written about nature. Apostrophe poems, written by me to show... perspective.

Abigail gets the chance to know the real Harry, instead of the school jock that he usually is. How does he treat her around his friends? Will their relationship last? When something happens that unforgivable, will their relationship be a lost cause?

I will admit I'm not the best But I suspect I'm not the worst Please don't judge if you don't like Please leave HELPFUL comments. Hate will be reported. Copying/stealing of my poems & statements will be punished to the fullest extent. Can I please have some sort of feedback on this? Thank you - Lauren

*this twisted beauty, May have never Been found.* **trigger warning!!!** I AM NOT GLORIFYING SUICIDE. IT IS NOT GOOD BELIEVE ME IVE TRIED, PLEASE IF YOU NEED SOME HELP SEEK HELP DO NOT END YOU LIFE. SUICIDE DOES NOT PREVENT THINGS FROM GETTING WORSE SUICIDE PREVENTS THING FROM EVER GETTING BETTER.

This was all my writing for my creative writing class. These are the reasons why I haven't been able to update any of my other stories at the moment.

I'm fully laid with my autumn leaves. But I'd surely shed them before the eve Of the snowy, winter nights when We'd patiently wait for the spring To be alive again