Vignettes Stories

this is the tale a of an earthbound entity slowly losing her essence. she doesn't know much, but she does know that there's something wrong with her world. in order to save herself and the forest, she may need to find someone who will keep her. (aka my dumb little fairy tale)

A collection of one shots, short stories and other works I have done. Comment on stories you'll like to see more of

A collection of ISITL one-shots, drabbles, and vignettes. Told in no particular order.

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

A collection of vignettes of love.

I came back; I'm going to start posting my original work on wattpad again. The flaps are open to those who would like to read, and the book can be put back on the shelf to those who would not. I sure do hope I don't have to deal with plagiarism; It's never easy. This is Shade of Clouds. Welcome! Similar to The Bunker, this will serve as writing's keeper; my journal, a vent book, a notebook for my thoughts, my poems, prose, and vignettes (short stories)! --- published on: May 2020 plagiarism practicers will get dunked on with a bOnk

A set of musings brought forth by bursts of intrepid inspirations

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.

A collection of loosely connected short poems.

poems, essays, and thoughts about love

My life in the form of 4 vignettes and a poem. This was for a project in my English class. I really enjoyed both the project and being able to share myself with everyone. All the stories are true and yes, the story is only 998 words....

ꕥ✧budding stars✧ꕥ A book full of short and sweet poetry, some of which are only tiny blooming buds, while others are more like bright, burning stars... This is all my original poetry, written in random mood swings! Please don't steal or copy my work. I would really appreciate any feedback! :D

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

Welcome to the Tender Hearts Club! A series of original (non fanfic) romance one-shots and vignettes that (hopefully) appeal to all. Open to requests.

A look in the day of a first kiss, and other high school and college short stories. Part of a series inspired by "Company: A Musical Comedy" by George Furth and Stephen Sondheim & "Dubliners" by James Joyce. CW: swearing. Feedback and Comments Appreciated :))

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.

A collection of vignettes that were written for a LJ writing group. Following a prompt, the pieces were written from emotional places and writing through pain towards hope and strength.

"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.

Words are powerful. They fill my mind, my soul, and my very existence. Sometimes words follow me, looming in my shadow, peering around the corner. The words that fill this book are just the dictionary mixed up and out of order, but they mean something. These are vignettes, poems, and stories of me, and who I am.