Historias de Vignettes

Just a a bunch of The House On Mango Street inspired vignettes/short stories Written in two parts: Loser Girl and Letters To Marza *Trigger warning: this story may touch on abuse, assault, self harm, and depression*

a series of short stories told by our 17 yr old narrator

A short poem story--or rather, a series of vignettes, but whatever--I wrote for school. Not perfect, but if it was perfect it'd be in print. This is Wattpad. Imperfection abounds. So I'm not going to worry about it. It's not like I'm trying to publish a novel. This is a story about a girl, whose parents are divorced, and who just wants to hang out with her dad. Really bad summary, but that's what I came up with.

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

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

"That's what happens when you escape death. You deal with the shadows that cling."

A set of musings brought forth by bursts of intrepid inspirations

Just a few vignettes I wrote in high school.

These stories were written under the restriction that the first line has to be the first thing said to me on Wednesday mornings. Most are from my fiancé; sometimes he planned them to give me a difficult time writing a story, sometimes it was random. I need to revise all of these stories for my portfolio due in mid-May. For the revisions I can move the placement of the first quote if I want, expand stories. . . Basically do anything. Please give any and all feedback! Thank you!

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

I find it easier to write in these little vignettes; if I try to get any more heavy, I find myself out of my league.

Borders of stories with empty rectangular space cut out in the middle.

The scariest thing about death is the aftermath.

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.

My heart's been broken, and I won't make the same mistake again. I now clutch onto it tightly, shielding it from everyone and everything - preventing anyone to hold it within their grasp... But you were the one that held it in my place. *Inspired by the song 'Save Me' BTS > I-Land Ver.

A series of vignettes, short impressionist pieces, updated on a day-to-day basis.