Vignettes Stories

"'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.

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.

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 collection of vignettes of love.

Lucy cannot explain what drew her over to these five, what made this halfling girl stand out in the cafeteria like a perfect snowflake amongst sleet, but she trusts it was divine intervention. Kipperlilly extends her hand to Lucy. "Welcome to the High 5 Heroes, Lucy." "High 5 Heroes." Lucy shakes Kipperlilly's hand. "I like that name." For a reason she can't explain, part of Lucy doesn't want to let go. (Or: Lucy Frostblade and Kipperlilly Copperkettle. Two lives that twine through time.)

i wanted to publish something that was more actual creative writing on here instead of just ranting or making poems so here i present to you: let's put our hands in the microwave - short stories ...by me (it's worth mentioning that this isn't fanfiction; they're short stories either from my life or form the pov of my oc's)! if you read this, i hope you enjoy it,, also i don't know when ill update this, hopefully consistently :-) - cricket 🌻 p.s. i promise my capitalization and grammar are better in the actual story parts, i'm just too lazy to put that kind of work into the description update: if my disappearing for a year before returning with a few new parts for this book says anything to you, it should be that so far a consistent update schedule isn't really a thing that's been happening... however, i'll try to be better at not disappearing -- or, at least, you can count on me returning with a few new stories for you :)

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

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.

Short vignettes into the mind of a solitary female.

Just a few vignettes I wrote in high school.

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

Nutty, zany, bizarre, cute, crazy, mostly true conundrums!!

These are my thoughts, my most private reveries. Sometimes lively, others lethargic. Feel free to read them, share them and experience my own sentiment of what it means to be a mere human.

/////////This what I write when Im bored and I want to let things off my chest. Hope you enjoy////////

When Tade knocks over a salt shaker on a lazy Saturday afternoon, he doesn't expect it to talk back-let alone share six thousand years of history. From the kitchens of ancient pharaohs to famine-stricken villages and forgotten battlefields, the salt has seen humanity at its worst and rarest best. In their strange conversation, Tade begins to question his quiet, careful way of living, while the salt remembers moments worth preserving. Seasoned by Time is a tale of magical realism, wry humor, and two unlikely companions learning that survival is only half the story-living is the rest.