Vignette Stories

There was never anything remarkable about these days. Most of it disappears before we notice. A conversation on the bus. The light on a winter morning. The stranger who sat across from you for twenty minutes before stepping off at the next stop. They survive only as long as memory allows, and memory is rarely generous. These pages are made from those passing things. Not because they were extraordinary, but because they were ours. If, for a little while, they become yours as well, then perhaps they haven't disappeared entirely.

This is a episodic where each chapter picks up a new couple with different characteristics and share a story based on a particular situation.

🥀✧Just moments.☆🥀 The kind that happens in between words, in stolen glances, in almost-confessions. ☆ If this were a movie, these would be the scenes that stayed with you.°♡∘ ☆{A collection of cinematic vignettes written like poems}☆ ♡˂͈⁠ ⁠༶⁠ ｡⁠☆∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠°♡∘˳⁠°～｡⁠☆～◉♡*⁠'✧✧❥⁠ ～｡⁠☆

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.

Two people. One abandoned rooftop. A night that refuses to end. When a cautious observer follows a fearless, unpredictable girl into the unknown, a simple detour turns into something unforgettable. As the sun lingers and a rare Strawberry Moon rises, he is forced to choose between watching life from a distance or stepping fully into it. In one fleeting night of connection and quiet realization, they discover that some moments do not last, but they stay with you forever.

She fell for it like any other girl who hands her heart over to a boy. Cassie thought he was the charming prince and the funny joker but his smile is one of satisfaction not happiness. Being fooled is like walking into a volcano with a blindfold. Holding the only hand you believe wont betray you... until it lets go.

Some love stories don't have endings. Some don't even have beginnings. Revelations is a collection of vignettes about love in its most honest form - not the kind that gets celebrated, but the kind that quietly changes you. Different people, different lives, the same unnamed ache. New story every week. - Espresso

Ngẫu hứng, ngắn.

An Unavoidable Escape With my soul shattered into fragments, I lay in a cage where Loneliness clutches onto me; not letting go on what it desires - my broken soul. *Inspired by BTS 'Black Swan' Art Film by MN Dance Company*

collection of short pieces about FF9. most of these are about kuja.

A series of Poems (free-verse or narratives) and Prose (short stories, flash fiction, vignettes); Trying to fix the Fragments of a Shattered Reality which never really existed. But what exactly are these broken pieces: Unconventional secrets or Neurotic mutterings? No one will ever know for sure. -All works belong to me unless stated otherwise. Please do not share without proper credit.-

A lover tries to reach out to his deceased fiance.

Built upon ruins of unknown origin, the Receivary is a city composed of all manner of things. By day, alchemists and archaeologists hawk their wares, and the city sentinels struggle incessantly with gangs seeking to exploit the lawlessness of this province cut off from the capital. However, as a so-called "helper" to the Conglomerate, a sophisticated underground network with laws of their own, King works the night shift. Sometimes, work is hard. Sometimes, finding a way home is harder.

A short vignette. Legolas questions his adar about his nana, and it leads to an unexpected dream...

Poetry and vignettes with a punk and alternative flavor. Influenced by Frank Zappa, Charles Bukowski, William S Burroughs, Dada, Jane's Addiction, Walla Walla Washington, One-Eyed Willie, Svalbard, Sepultura, Those who speak Paicî and Kallawaya, David Cronenberg, Papua New Guinea, and Uncle George (Carlin)

A short Vignette based on my experience

describe what you see through vignette

I am a prisoner. Trapped like an animal. But is it real, or is it all in my head?