Vignettes cerita

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

This is a story that is told in vignettes; small little stories that can be either heartbreaking or joyous and have little connection to each other. Each vignettes is a memory of a girl as she loops her way around her different "lives" as she grows up in a abusive household and foster care. Listen to how this young girl deals with a mom who has delusions and bipolar.

"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...

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 series of vignettes make up this novel about a young woman involved in an automobile accident one afternoon on a desolate stretch of highway somewhere in the San Joaquin Valley. Ejected from the car upon impact, she lands on the gravel shoulder right alongside the debris stream of papers, bottles, and fast food wrappers. She finds herself in and out of consciousness and through a sequence of flash backs; moments from her life occupy her thoughts as she struggles to understand what has just happened to her. Broken dreams and disappointments scatter themselves across her mental landscape as family, friends, and strangers are all recalled in a myriad of settings and situations involved. Confused and often alone in her memories, she attempts to navigate and understand an environment she is not fully capable of doing. All her life, she seeks to belong but always finds herself in a different space, perhaps a no space of sorts while those around her go through the repetitions of daily life. Never taken into account, never considered, and never celebrated; she questions where she belongs in the world and in the end she realizes that she never really belonged anywhere at all.

Kissing him felt like fire. Too bad his skin was covered in gasoline.

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.

☾ Oil and water: polar opposites. Never giving, never taking, in a constant push and pull going onward into infinity. They are so completely different, yet-at their core-the very same. ~~~ A collection of poetry and prose by @blue__46 ☾ Copyright © 2023 All Rights Reserved

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.

Prepare for a night you will never forget. Invitations from Caerhayes Castle are sent out to carefully selected people, calling each of them to attend a special ball. Many accept, merely looking for a chance to escape the monotony or troubles of their daily lives, but soon realize that there is more to the ball than meets the eye. One night will decide the fate of many as each dance tells a different story of a different couple. PLEASE REPORT IF SEEN ANYWHERE OTHER THAN WATTPAD Fathomless Verse Awards (2025): 2nd Place for Best Romance

This is a group of one-shots of my life. In here I plan on writing about my mother's death, friendship, travel, high school, and other experiences that make me who I am and have taught me something which I think is worth sharing. Please comment and let you know what you think. Criticism and questions are welcome!

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

thoughts written down before they are gone. i realize that the first few chapters of this no longer apply to how i feel now. please stick with me through the parts of this in which i talk about someone i loved. its not all lovesick.

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).

A short vignette about the night when the stars fall to the ground to join us.

//vignette viːˈnjɛt,vɪ-/ noun 1. a brief evocative description, account, or episode. // A series of unconnected vignettes - some based off pictures included, some based off prompts, some just came from nowhere.