Vignette cerita

Ki Centauri is a man with many faces. The life of a military peacekeeper is not a kind one, and the people he's lost are nearly as numerous as the ones he knows. Time and time again, lives slip through his fingers, and all he is left with is the black skies of people now gone. Yet human beings cannot live without connections. Somehow, there must be a way to find friends beyond the limitations of Crest and Clan and forge connections that last and truly matter. But is the pain of finding love in an often bleak and broken world worth the cost of of threading a family across the stars? An ONC 2026 story based on prompts 29 and 69: "You will meet many people in your life. Many will come and go, but some will leave footprints on your heart." "The stars are disappearing one by one, and only you can hear their whispers."

"In Copperwood, the trees don't just grow; they wait. When Aaron disappeared into the marrow of the woods, he left behind a ringing sound that wouldn't stop. Now, with rosemary pulsing in her veins and an iron bell calling from the clearing, one woman must decide: what is she willing to leave behind to bring him home? A visceral tale of folk horror and the debts we owe the earth." Seven quiet vignettes weave subtle, creeping dread-no screams, no monsters, just the slow realization that the town itself is watching... and keeping score. Perfect for fans of atmospheric horror and slow-burn unease. What would you do if the ordinary started remembering you?

(Mostly Tommy) MCYT oneshots, I wrote this is 2020, so my writing style has changed alot, I just want people to know that. (This is really embarrassing but I need a project so your welcome)

These are just small pieces of our days. Bus rides, cold mornings, the kind of talk that slips out without any plan behind it. Nothing big. Nothing that would matter to anyone else. Just the things we noticed before they faded. I wrote them down here because, well... if I didn't, they'd vanish quickly like a wave of the sea does. One moment they're right in front of you, and then they're gone, tucked somewhere in the past where you can't reach them anymore. Maybe putting them here doesn't save anything, not really. But it lets me look at them for a little longer. All I can do is catch them for a moment - the light, the voices, the way the city feels when it breathes - and leave them on these pages. These stories were ours. These quiet seconds, these almost-forgotten scenes. But, it doesn't matter because they belonged to us for a moment. And now, they belong to you for a moment too. PS: I'll release this on Royal Road! Stay tuned! :D

People will shove you down. People will toss you aside. People will tear to you apart. People will do horrible things. You will hurt in this life. What matters is how you use that pain. - Cover by me! - Published on Wattpad on July 1, 2018

Just a book I wrote for English full of Vignettes. I might add more later but yea.

A simple collection of short stories.

The story of two of my Transformers Prime OCs and there guardians

This is a close-to-home vignette revolving around a real scenario recalled through a network of friends. It's a poignant statement, even if it's rather short! Also, it is a more apparent work than I normally do, but definitely in the vein of social commentary and romance. Disclaimer: All names are fictional except in the case of reference to contemporary culture and content is aimed towards older teens and adults, though there is no explicit content or content unsuitable for PG-13 audiences.

This 31-day writing challenge is about people - how broken we all are. But being broken means we can let the light shine through. Read short stories, quick scenes, and poems about curious children, socially awkward teenagers, closet musicians, long-distance lovers, and a guardian angel. Personally, this is my journey into writing as a teenager, so I hope you'll relate to and enjoy this :)

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.

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

She has already left a hundred times - just never out loud. A quiet psychological vignette about rehearsed departures, emotional inertia, and the version of ourselves brave enough to leave only in imagination. For anyone who has ever whispered "tomorrow" and stayed anyway.

She doesn't keep photos of the men she loved. She keeps something far more precise. In a hidden museum that exists only at night, every relationship is preserved under glass - a laugh, a promise, a moment that once felt like forever. Nothing fades there. Nothing contradicts itself. Nothing leaves. But one evening, she discovers an empty display case waiting quietly at the end of the room... with her name on it. A surreal dark feminine vignette about memory, control, and the haunting beauty of love that never truly disappears.

two lovers not corresponded with the likes of beautiful beings decide they want to prove how they can be beautiful too, however, one becomes too greedy and the water runs thick like blood.

A gem comes to understand her purpose. NOTE: this story involves major spoilers from A Single Pale Rose.

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.

Some words stay in your mouth until they rot into silence

A vignette about an episode in my own life :)

Very, very short flash fiction stories in a variety of genres, most under 100 words.