Vignette Stories

Ki Centauri is a man with many faces. The life of a military peacekeeper is not a kind one, and the people he's lost are nearly as numerous as the ones he knows. Time and time again, lives slip through his fingers, and all he is left with is the black skies of people now gone. Yet human beings cannot live without connections. Somehow, there must be a way to find friends beyond the limitations of Crest and Clan and forge connections that last and truly matter. But is the pain of finding love in an often bleak and broken world worth the cost of of threading a family across the stars? An ONC 2026 story based on prompts 29 and 69: "You will meet many people in your life. Many will come and go, but some will leave footprints on your heart." "The stars are disappearing one by one, and only you can hear their whispers." New cover by @toruinagod!

"'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.

//a story told through color//

these are for a project in my english class

Multi-genre compilation of short stories. They say that a writer usually writes to reveal a part of his/herself; so let's see how much of that is true with me. Feel free to give me some writing prompts and/or challenges!

A pin Prick of light descends onto a small port village to request a voice from its residents

14 vignettes. Half about me. The other half are things made up in my mind.

A boy with a strange case of amnesia

Poems, vignettes, short stories, and short novels on the world around us, including our life, nature, etc.

A Collection of (really) Short Stories I Wrote A Couple of Years Ago. The lengths of stories vary, as do their coherency.

We're s t r i n g s in a harp; all different yet the musician can still make harmony of us. A vignette story: a descriptive piece of writing that captures a brief period in time.

"No matter what happens here, it's me and you versus Dream." *** High tides of war clash and intertwine at last in this very moment where it all began and where it all will end. From the very beginning, Tommy knew this was where the field would be set, knew that, in the inevitable end, it was always him and Dream. Or, that fic that makes the end of Hamlet look like a tea party. *** Date Started: July 9, 2022 Date Ended: *** Story By: BTSXPRESS Cover Art: https://unsplash.com/photos/2PrYId9gSBM All Banner Art by Evie Shaffer on Unsplash: https://unsplash.com/@evieshaffer

My original one shots. Please enjoy and leave feedback. I love to grow and change! Topics ranging from death to family change to relationship strain and more. Stay Awesome!!

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

Twenty-one summer days. Busan as an anchor. Jeju as a quiet mirror. She travels alone - not to escape her life, but to breathe inside it again. The plan is simple: sea air, slow mornings, food that tastes like comfort, walking until her thoughts soften. But the coast has its own way of speaking, and it sends her people. A newlywed couple on a train, bright with first-times. An ajumma who adopts her for lunch like it's law. A barista who writes poetry on cups, leaving secret notes in ink. A lifeguard with a quiet voice and a little child at home who only wants the beach. A widow who swims every morning and greets the water first, like respect. A sailor who misses home in tastes and small sounds. A diver who reminds her the sea is beautiful - and hungry. An old couple who bickers like choreography, devotion tucked under humor. Each encounter leaves a small mark. Not a dramatic twist - a gentle shift. A proof that kindness still exists, that softness is allowed, that being alone isn't the same as being lonely. And threaded through it all is Minjoon - the one she misses in specific ways. His voice in the morning. His scent on clean sheets. His touch at night that tells her she doesn't have to hold herself together alone. She writes him two letters from inside the trip, telling him about the people she's met and the things she's learning, and how the sea keeps rearranging her from the inside. On Day 21, the last morning, she expects housekeeping... or nothing at all. Instead, home knocks. This is a soft, cinematic story about sea-light and small truths - about longing as proof, not weakness - and about learning, day by day, that anchors aren't places. They're people. And the way you're met.

basically just drabbles that have popped into my mind, nothing too special (Edit) I realize now I've been using this to vent a lot more than I thought I was... uuuh read if you want

Hi to all the amazing reading lovers out there! What I am publishing here(for the first time ever on Wattpad) is not your average teen fiction, romance, action, mystery/thriller, humorous, or vampire novel! These are a collection of vignettes, which in any novel, screenplay, sketch stories, and poetry, are short impressionistic scenes that focus on ONLY ONE MOMENT OR CHARACTER as well as give sharp impressions about that character, an idea, setting, and/or object. This novel describes the story of the main character, a 15-year old pure Hindu girl named Sahnavi growing up in Boston, Massachusetts, and the scenes taking place in each chapter all resemble a significant, deep meaning in her life. More chapters coming soon, and I am new at this, so please keep an open mind, and if you have any feedback or advice to give, feel free to do so! Enjoy:)

pretty much all poetry from when i was 12 years. its still not finished until april 9, 2026 consider it a mini library of my world Ꮼ

Sometimes less is more. A book of short one-shots, each with 300 words or less. Various AUs and characters.

Tales of a psych ward from the patients POV in vignettes and poetry. Warning ⚠️: Self Harm, Difficult Situations, Substance Use.