Vignettes قصص

A collection of scenes, stories, visions, and more, told in poetic style.

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

poems, essays, and thoughts about love

Ultimate fan fun! Step back into the world of Five Fangs with this collection of vignettes and short stories featuring your favorite characters. Along with many other special moments, catch up with Luna Posy, meet her pups, and be there as she springs an incredible surprise on her five alpha mates! You cannot read this book without having read at least the Posy series. It won't make sense, and there are spoilers inside. The chapters may be out of order timeline-wise as I write them as I think of them, but the published book will have them in order.

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.

This is the story (or rather, stories) of one ghost called Barbara- one who spends her days indoors, making odd cloth dolls and watching the endless years go by- all while trying (and mostly) failing to finally make friends. This definitely isn't your father's ghost story.

This is where you can request prompts from the PfG team! Check out chapter one for more information!

Funny moments from life.

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.

Basically if theres something i have an idea for i write down here for one of my stories. This has spoilers for my stories.

I've felt like I needed to get things off my chest for a while now. These are my feelings, please... don't crush them in your hands as you read them. Enjoy - Michelle

A story about giving up told in short vignettes.

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

A series of short vignettes about people and how people think. Each chapter is a different story and can be read as a standalone story.

Life on the Isle is told in a bunch of vignettes.

A super short story. It takes place in a moment in the future...

Please note that some of these stories are going to be dark and gruesome. There will be a sign (A capital D) after the title of each chapter for those that are dark, and a sign (a Capital G) for Gruesome. Do NOT read these stories if you have a light stomach, we come up with crazy disgusting stuff. We have poems in here written by our friend at school Ro! We love having another source of imagination! Not all of the stories will be like that. Don't worry, we are not dark people...we just read some crazy books, and come up with some crazy scary ideas :) We will basically be writing short things about whatever we feel like writing about. Nothing will be inappropriate or have bad words. Some things will be shorter than others, some will be longer. Two people share this account, whenever we comment on something or write anything, we will put either A or M. Enjoy, and please comment and star if you like something. If you have constructive criticism, we would love to hear it, but please no hate. If you want us to continue a story, or have a recommendation, please comment. We might not make a whole story, but we'll try to at least make a sequel :) -LordBookworm6

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.