Vignettes Stories

texts and storyline between lauren jauregui and the girl that left behind what once brought them together. post camila's departure of fifth harmony started on feb. 20th, 2017. republished feb 9th, 2018. trigger warning: death, drugs [chapters with *asterisks* = trigger warning (warnings won't be specific due to not wanting to give away chapter plot, proceed with caution)]

This is the story (or rather, stories) of one ghost called Barbara- one who spends her days indoors, making odd cloth dolls and watching the endless years go by- all while trying (and mostly) failing to finally make friends. This definitely isn't your father's ghost story.

When three teenagers decide to float down the Russian River on a pool raft, headed toward the place where the river meets the sea, their stories and the stories of other characters - including a rock band, a bachelorette party, a tetris addict, and an elderly bar owner - converge and hinge on each other in interesting ways.

a collection of poems.

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

A place where I can put my writing that doesn't go into my books! A melting pot of miscellaneous work!

"All they see is you, the fallout of an ambiguous ideal. Just another burnout lost in his own conscious, stumblin' blindly into an unwritten future." -Stumblin' The aim of this project is to take a series of fictional moments, a list of questions, a compilation of emotions, and take a snapshot of each; composing small self-contained vignettes that endeavour to unravel a number of ideas floating around in my subconscious. I want to try publish one short story a week on here, hopefully ending at around the 12-14 mark. This project will be intimate - it will explore parental relationships, drug usage, disease, and suffering of all orders of magnitude. And yet, it will in equal measure look upon the Universe with fading wonder, and remark upon the kindness and beauty which surrounds all of us, even if our circumstances prevent us from acknowledging it. Yes, my tales may be drenched in melancholy, but perhaps I will discover a degree of truth in the words I impose on this little exposition of mine. Only time will tell. A collision of conscience and consciousness. Enjoy.

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

Even after I rebuilt my wall, there are cracks that the darkness probes through. Usually it tries to conquer me at night, but it's always unexpected. But let the demons know, I am aware, and I shall always find my heaven in their hell.

Just some little bits and pieces. Poems,vignettes, and even more, oh my. (No I don't own the picture, sorry but I'm not that talented)

A scene prompt. Given: a female, mid twenties, no real life plans. An old man, retired carnival worker. He spills her coffee and destroys a precious possession of hers. She thinks she might be pregnant but doesn't know if she should tell anyone.

Sometimes a string of words is all it takes to relate to an entire story. Sometimes an entire story is within just a string of words. A quote contains an experience and a connection, and those words are tied by a string that holds it all together. Here you'll find a series of vignettes, maybe related maybe not. But what matters is the story. And sometimes that's enough.

Au Bureau des Objets Perdus, on trouve un facteur, une préfecture, un bureau principal, une bibliothèque et au milieu de tout ça, une bande de fonctionnaires immortels. Déboires administratifs, amours et grèves syndicales, ici la seule chose à ne pas perdre, c'est votre temps. *** Un AU admnistratif sous forme de vignettes pas forcément qualitatif mais qui, je l'espère, saura vous faire rire ! Je prends toutes les idées ! Image de couverture réalisée par mes soins grâce à un logiciel de montage. Tous droits réservés. Les personnages appartiennent à @SquareEnix et @Disney Disclaimer sur Profil.

These are just small stories and vignettes

i wanted to publish something that was more actual creative writing on here instead of just ranting or making poems so here i present to you: let's put our hands in the microwave - short stories ...by me (it's worth mentioning that this isn't fanfiction; they're short stories either from my life or form the pov of my oc's)! if you read this, i hope you enjoy it,, also i don't know when ill update this, hopefully consistently :-) - cricket 🌻 p.s. i promise my capitalization and grammar are better in the actual story parts, i'm just too lazy to put that kind of work into the description update: if my disappearing for a year before returning with a few new parts for this book says anything to you, it should be that so far a consistent update schedule isn't really a thing that's been happening... however, i'll try to be better at not disappearing -- or, at least, you can count on me returning with a few new stories for you :)