histórias de Vignettes

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These are a collection of random, one-shot short stories that don't relate to each other.

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

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

Short, angsty stories of existance, what would happen if we cease to, and dark and twisted views on the world.

Sophie and Ian are meant to be together, and are often in the same place at the same time. How is it that they don't know each other?! Read about their run-ins and almost introductions as Sophie and Ian grow up and unknowingly see (or almost see) their true love in different parts of their lives.

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.

Sometimes a string of words is all it takes to relate to an entire story. Sometimes an entire story is within just a string of words. A quote contains an experience and a connection, and those words are tied by a string that holds it all together. Here you'll find a series of vignettes, maybe related maybe not. But what matters is the story. And sometimes that's enough.

A storm of silence, rare in every meaning of the word, passes over Ponyville in early spring. Inspired by the Ulrich Schnauss album of the same name - a series of emotional vignettes.

[VIGNETTES] "for once they felt so full of humanity, and wished to never be emptied. never again." - vignettes about no one in particular

Short vignettes, stories really but shorter than most stories. Some of these are prose poetry, others a tad more narrative stylistically, but in any event they are snippets of life, told in fragments of under 600 words (with very few exceptions).

Just a few vignettes I wrote in high school.

𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕, . 　⁺ 　⁺ 　 . ✦ 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨. ⁺ . ✦ ᴀ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴠɪɢɴᴇᴛᴛᴇꜱ ✦ . 　⁺

A collection of short stories. The only picture accompanying the stories that is mine is the picture with "The Angel of Death". There may be a few poems.

the universe of wenzhou & junzhe: a series of short vignette/poetry oneshots "a blindfold, some faith, and a touch of stupidity - they will never dare again to tread, these halls." #1 - vignettes

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

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.

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*