histórias de Vignettes

A series of short, original stories and poems spanning most genres written by yours truly. To be updated sporadically.

I've felt like I needed to get things off my chest for a while now. These are my feelings, please... don't crush them in your hands as you read them. Enjoy - Michelle

"The other day, I was wondering, do you still draw me?"

Before hell froze over, Hopes Peak Academy was a fun place to be in. Every day was something new and...bizarre to say the least. But the most bizarre thing is when a Solider and a Lucky Person meet for the first time, and many times afterwards...but you know what they say it all starts with a smile.

DON'T READ IF YOU GET TRIGGERED EASILY OR ARE SENSITIVE, YOU'VE BEEN WARNED!!! Depressing - Poems, Vignettes and Other things. random shit that comes into my head, too lazy to make the letters caps.

it wasn't supposed to end this way. maybe it did. ~blurbs

the universe of wenzhou & junzhe: a series of short vignette/poetry oneshots "a blindfold, some faith, and a touch of stupidity - they will never dare again to tread, these halls." #1 - vignettes

A short vignette about the night when the stars fall to the ground to join us.

Ciao!~ Avi here- I've been getting more into writing vignettes for a while now (not even sure if it's the correct word for what I've turned it into) but at some point I did a challenge. I decided to write one a day for a month with a time limit of thirty minutes. Here is the result of that. I may also add a few more, not tied to the challenge. These vignettes were a way for me to write out ideas and flesh them out a bit as time passed, so please enjoy! If you see a signature on any of the pictures (other than XIX) that would be my moms signature. She was actually the one to convince me to do this vignette challenge. She made all the pictures for the [DxA] section, so thanks to her! The [DxA] section is all from the challenge. Any further vignettes are not correlated to the challenge. ([DxD] is included in the challenge.)

A collection of short stories. The only picture accompanying the stories that is mine is the picture with "The Angel of Death". There may be a few poems.

His name was unique. I had never heard it before, and honestly didn't know how to pronounce it. But I learned. I don't know if it was his name, our mutual love for books, or maybe it was just the way he said hi. But I was in love. I fell in love hard and fast. If at the time when I read his first message someone would of told me the pain that came with loving him I would've smiled. To love someone so deeply it hurts is something everyone dreams for. But to love him so deeply was a privilege. The pain that came with loving him was worth it, because he was a one of a kind person that pales in comparison to everyone else. The pain was worth every second I got to talk to him, and I don't regret any second of it.

You have walked this bridge a thousand times. (Image copyright of Abby Nierman www.abbyybba.tumblr.com)

a small book of vignette poems swathed in a depression blanket made by an insecure teen

Here, I've gathered some old and revised pieces I've written along with some recent ones. These will included all sorts of prose and poetry in different formats, and it may seem unorganized until more get added and the flow makes sense.

A collection of loosely connected short poems.

A book of vignettes on gods, goddesses, myths, and legends.

A collection of ?blurbs? by yours truly.

This is my first work published on wattpad. Please read and comment (with helpful suggestions!). Thanks! Three girls, Linnet, Tanaquil, and Clare, attend the same school. A reclusive musical genius, an oblivious computer geek, and an obsessive-compulsive stalker. How more diverse can you get? Follow them as they meet, become friends (slowly but surely), and find cute boys and love along the way. © 2013 writingthedayaway Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs No part of this work may reproduced or republished without credit given to the author. A/N: I am a slow updater, as SAT's and AP's are draining my young life away.