Vignettes Stories

🎧₊˚⊹♡ 𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐒 ╰┈➼ Not every meeting was meant to last. Some were only meant to leave a memory behind. ⋆༶⋆˙⊹🧸🧺

there's a prince on the moon. i send him my heart. (cover art photo belongs to me)

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

Short stories from my life, properly anonomized (because, internet) and hopefully coherent.

Hi! My name's Amanda. I am 12 years old and I love writing poems or vignettes about my life. I hope that one day I will move out to a nicer home till then I'm stuck here writing poems and vignettes.

"You're kidding me, right?" "What do you mean, Mira? Why are you staring at me like that?" "THAT'S how you're going to confess to her?" "Don't kill me, please!" *** Just a few vignettes or one-shots on life in Fairy Tail. *** Ohayou, minna! This is my first Fairy Tail fanfic on Wattpad, so I hope I don't disappoint! WARNING Will include: NaLu JeRza GrUvia MirAxus Cana x Gray and many more... With love, Gigi xx //sigh// And here I thought I wouldn't post any fanfiction on this account...

This set of five vignettes is a response to Sandra Cisneros' "The House on Mango Street" vignettes. It is a point of view of the "rich" rather than the "poor" in Esperanza's place.

Reflection on my inspiration to become a writer and what got me hooked

"'Wait. That's a helicopter, not a star,' I told her. 'You can't wish on helicopters; the wishes won't come true.' 'I know that,' Alexa said. She turned to me, wide brown eyes serious. 'But what else am I supposed to do when I don't see any stars?'" ~From "Childhood" --- You saw it in the title: A collection of short stories, random thoughts, vignettes, deep metaphors, et cetera.

Kissing him felt like fire. Too bad his skin was covered in gasoline.

●A series of romantic vignettes strung together to create a hilarious and heartbreaking novella of young Rory's love life● "It happened so quickly. There you were with Jake's collar in your left hand. Your right hand swung back and the next thing I knew, Jake was on the ground, clutching his blood-soaked nose as hard as he was clutching onto my body. Your eyes locked with mine. For a moment it was just us. I was ready. I wanted you back. I expected you to walk up. For us to talk everything out. But as soon as you came, you left. Like a guardian angel."

A story about giving up told in short vignettes.

A set of musings brought forth by bursts of intrepid inspirations

Once upon a time, Samuel Swerling, a World War II veteran and inventor, decided to build a park. It would be filled with trees trained to grow in such a way that children could easily climb them. He hired Alonso Hannah, a one-armed arborist, and began to turn his dream into the reality. After five years, Alonso and Sam had created a small, privately-owned park in a big publicly-run city. Sam married Ghita, bought an apartment across the street from his park, and had five children. People fell in love at the Samuel Swerling Park. Painters painted pictures; pretty girls basked in the sun; dogs chased Frisbees; and time stood still. Most of all, though, children did what Sam had created the park for them to do: They climbed trees. The narrator of this book in one of the climbing trees in the Samuel Swerling Park. He thrives on human contact, and has has a long and happy life. Lately, however, he has been subjected to life-threatening injuries by Jarvis Larchmont, a power-hungry politician who was thrown out of the park for bullying when he was twelve years old. Time passes. Sam's granddaughter, Esther Swerling, is now in charge of the park. Esther is young, beautiful, and like her grandfather, an inventor. When a hurricane floods the area, Esther and her family provide food, warmth, and shelter to those seeking refuge. At the same time, the City's beloved mayor is hospitalized, and Jarvis Larchmont is put in charge of the Department of Parks. Still bitterly resentful at having been thrown out of the Samuel Swerling Park as a child, he joins forces with eco-terrorists to destroy Sam's creation. Suddenly, our narrator and his fellow climbing trees are separated from people. Separated from children. Separated from all that they know and love. They cry...and they begin to die. Then Esther, her friends, and her family organize. And they fight back.

A collection of steampunk stories from the Carthic wars and genocides. These are tales of soldiers on the ground walking through the darkness of magical and technological war.

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.

A simple set of short writings that fit nowhere in particular outside of my mind.

Prepare for a night you will never forget. Invitations from Caerhayes Castle are sent out to carefully selected people, calling each of them to attend a special ball. Many accept, merely looking for a chance to escape the monotony or troubles of their daily lives, but soon realize that there is more to the ball than meets the eye. One night will decide the fate of many as each dance tells a different story of a different couple. PLEASE REPORT IF SEEN ANYWHERE OTHER THAN WATTPAD Fathomless Verse Awards (2025): 2nd Place for Best Romance