Vignette Stories

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

From the journal.

and when you lose it all, you finally find yourself. - #losing_a_best_friend

Learn more about the Four Realms A collection of vignettes about some of the lives that people live in the fantasy world I have created. Not a story in the traditional sense but rather an insight into the world through ordinary people's eyes. The cover image, of a bronze dragon making it rain "On the leeks but not the wheat" relates to the first snapshot, but does not belong to me.

These are just small pieces of our days. Bus rides, cold mornings, the kind of talk that slips out without any plan behind it. Nothing big. Nothing that would matter to anyone else. Just the things we noticed before they faded. I wrote them down here because, well... if I didn't, they'd vanish quickly like a wave of the sea does. One moment they're right in front of you, and then they're gone, tucked somewhere in the past where you can't reach them anymore. Maybe putting them here doesn't save anything, not really. But it lets me look at them for a little longer. All I can do is catch them for a moment - the light, the voices, the way the city feels when it breathes - and leave them on these pages. These stories were ours. These quiet seconds, these almost-forgotten scenes. But, it doesn't matter because they belonged to us for a moment. And now, they belong to you for a moment too. PS: I'll release this on Royal Road! Stay tuned!

After the funeral, Alice learned that her mother never loved her father.

A year and a half after Stede and Ed reconcile, they make time to visit Mary and the children on a secluded beach. --- Just a sweet little epilogue, a happy ending to salve the soul. CW: References to Ed's depression.

This is a collection of poems and snippets of stories written by me. All of the writing is purely experimental so feel free to give constructive criticism in the comments. Hope you enjoy and look forward to future poems and stories. :)

Everyone gets the feeling of emptiness at some point in their lives no matter how successful they are. This is a compilation of four slice-of-life stories, which revolves on the feeling where you keep searching for something or someone and follow the stream of consciousness of the protagonist with a really optimistic ending.

A series of vignettes of different boyfriend/husband scenarios with our favorite town outcast~ || This is a female!farmer x Sebastian, and to make matters easier, I'll just make this another juliverse tag. Galaxy Farm's future never looked brighter~ __________________________ Mature for my bad mouth~

"I was coughing violently, my lungs protesting, and my head sunk low, short strands of hair sticking to my cheeks with blood. I wanted to be gone..."

A selection of atmospheric vignettes set over the course of a year, tracing the slow mending of Sanemi and Genya's bond. From awkward lunches and sunlit gossip to feverish nights and hard-won apologies, these moments explore what it means to be brothers-even when words fail.

Just a book I wrote for English full of Vignettes. I might add more later but yea.

this is a vignette I wrote in my english class it made my teacher cry so I suppose I can share it with the world. it's from my great grandmother perspective I believe she was about to be 98 at the time i chose to set the vignette.

"She felt the tragedy of solitude - life had chosen for her, leaving her no fate of her own, no vision of tomorrow."

greek mythology imbued poetry.

collections

This was small vignette I was inspired to write after listening to "Echoes Part 1" by Pink Floyd in a creative writing course. I also drew inspiration from Antoine de Saint-Exupery's "The Little Prince" and Kurt Vonnegut's "Breakfast of Champions". Hope you enjoy!

Author : @Yunietananda (IG, Twitter)

"How is it that the libraries are closed, yet there's less money in writing than ever before?" I don't look up, just shrug, focused on the tiny shards of pottery she still hasn't noticed. In some ways, it's lucky that the cup's value is only sentimental. I forgot how clumsy I am; emboldened by a new hairstyle and dress sense, which she pretends not to notice. Perhaps she pretends not to notice the pieces, either.