Vignettes Stories

This is a compilation of sassy, sarcastic vignettes (short descriptive scenes or stories) about life in general told from the perspective of a teenage girl.

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

"In the beginning, there was Ashley. And suddenly, in a flash of light, there wasn't." After Ashely dies suddenly, her friends and family try to move on, but death is only the beginning of their troubles. A thematic mood piece relying on a series of short vignettes to drag the reader down with the characters.

A collection of vignettes of love.

"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...

A series of vignettes I wrote for English.

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.

"'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.

DON'T READ IF YOU GET TRIGGERED EASILY OR ARE SENSITIVE, YOU'VE BEEN WARNED!!! Depressing - Poems, Vignettes and Other things. random shit that comes into my head, too lazy to make the letters caps.

A set of musings brought forth by bursts of intrepid inspirations

you are a fever i am learning to live with. ━━━ prose & poetry

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.

I had an assignment in English to write eight vignettes. So these are my vignettes I wrote around 11-12:45 at night so it might be a bit psychotic. (More info in the story)

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.

The Girl in the White Shoes started off with one pure feeling: desperation. She's just like any other. She's trying to grow into the cracks of the world in hopes of creating her own space. Hopefully she not only creates her own space, but dominates it. Currently a working progress :) It will be a collection of short stories, vignettes, and poems. Enjoy! -Lilac Showers

Sometimes the world doesn't understand....but has it ever?

A story about giving up told in short vignettes.