Impressionism Stories

For my creative writing project, I have decided to write a fictional novella titled Après Moi le Déluge which is a French phrase meaning, 'after me comes the flood.' It comes from King Louis XV of France, warning that after him, everything as they knew it would fall and crash but it would not matter for him because he would be gone. I knew as soon as I heard it, that it had to be the title of this story, which is ultimately about the crashing and rebuilding of life, like a wave in a flood. The story is told in the perspective of a girl named Scarlett who is at the age where she has to make decisions about her life all while she has no sense of direction. She had just experienced major heart break, or so she thought, and moves away from her family and everyone she knew to San Francisco for college. There, she studies art history and works as an intern at a fine arts museum. Her favorite form of art is French Impressionism, this is important because this is the exact section of the museum where she meets Marc, her main love interest in the story, she believes this is fate. Scarlett and Marc quickly fall for each other and it is nothing like she has ever experienced before. The story explores a lot of topics such as false heartbreak, finding yourself, and chasing after things that are uncertain. I wrote this because despite it being fictional, I feel like a part of me, my dreams, and my own experiences were definitely included in the making of this story. The chapters are dated but only by month and day, so that the reader can decide which year they want it to take place in or which they feel it best fits.

My e-book of art.

This Poem drifts through the blurred lines between memory, imagination, and longing. It's a meditation on youthful yearning, where cities like Paris, London, and Rome loom large as mythic places, more real on the page than in lived experience. The speaker, once captivated by the romanticism of art and poetry, conjures up ghostly visions of Monet and Pissarro, of Ezra Pound committing literary violence in sunlit exile and T.S. Eliot haunting the damp streets of London. There's a wistful self-awareness in the voice, someone who knows they've only ever been places through the minds of others, their travel passport stamped with ink and verses. Time stretches the distance between desire and reality, but what remains is the trace, the echo, the impression. Just like the Impressionists rendered light and mood over precision, the poem paints not the world, but the way it felt to yearn for it.

×× roses are red violets are blue im fucked up and so are you ××

...well, where do I begin? we do not know where this story ends ..or where it will go , the writer writes according to intuition and...a word she will not say. she cannot think of a synopsis that will fit this story. read it if you will , or you might.. if you are an Artist, welcome. if you are a writer, welcome.. or you just want a good read. welcome... the Writer cannot guarantee, but try and stick to what soothes you. this might not be the norms of what you read it is fictional as well as realistic, a touch of the struggles of a person. a writer and an artist , with many other talents, struggles with anxiety, self worth, cynicism, depression, you've probably heard that before, might be cliche but I am at unawares, because this story is based on real life experiences. the experiences that probably have no idea. note. it is based. the writer will not disclose too much of herself. enjoy or ponder. the writer prefers you ponder.

Oh how much I adore being alone!

Content warning: references to suicidal thoughts. The story follows a woman working in a hotel who becomes aware of suicidal thoughts but resists them, later finding peace speaking with a nineteenth-century artist in the galleries of an old museum. The story was written in Ukrainian by me. Translated to English with the help of AI.

Do you care for a gentle romance? I've made a collection of the poems that I've wrote. Keep in mind, english is not my native language, some mistakes might appear.

The last day in Vincent Van Gogh's life. A school assignment.

Over and over and over

Collection of Poems Futuristic, expressionist, impressionist, constructivist poetry

A vile entity, burning with hatred, lurked in the quiet island town, craving the flesh of its peaceful residents.

Project in Trends Network and Critical Thinking in 21st Century

Flash fiction about a painter and his painting

**Featured on Wattpad @ScienceFiction Ambassadors' Picks February 2025, @Ambassadors Speculative Fiction 2024, @ScienceFiction Dystopocalypse 2024, @humor Absurdist & Surreal 2024** On January 13, 2029, NASA revealed a dark dwarf planet heading for a collision with the moon. After a month, the impending collision was broadcasted live worldwide. Meanwhile, thirteen-year-old Daniel accidentally injured his pregnant mother, Ynsia, leading to the tragic loss of the baby. Consumed by guilt, he cared for his grieving mother. A year later, Earth began to crumble. The world quaked, cities floated, and the sun's radiation scorched the planet. Amidst the chaos and despair, Daniel discovered friendship and hope. Gale, Daniel's scientist father, alongside the ISS crew and NASA, realized the dire consequences of the moon's absence. They embarked on a mission to revive the moon and save Earth. With a pencil and some leaves of paper, Daniel started writing letters to the lost babe. He named her after the shattered celestial object--Luna, seeking forgiveness and hoping for a chance to reunite his broken family.