30 Days Of Writing Challenge Novels & Stories

Tyson smirked. “31 Days.” Chance affirmed. “Which Day was today”? He asked. “Ninth.” Dr. Tyson added. “Twenty two days to go, man I am gonna savor these.” with a devilish smirk, Chance declared.

For the first time in a long while, the world didn’t feel so painfully suffocating. Thirty days. Just thirty days, and I would be completely free from this hell.

One month to endure this humiliation while I put my plan in motion. 30 days is enough and then I'll ruin him for good.

I picked up some black pencil skirts and some cute tops to go with them. I get back in my car and head back to the dreadful house. As I’m driving, I call my mom again. It goes to voicemail and I leave a message: “Hey mom, it’s me. Again. I’m having a rough couple of days just feeling out of place. I know it will all be better in just 35 days. I’m so excited to start working at my new job and have a place to myself again. I just bought some new clothes that I know you’d love. Well, okay I love you so much, mama.”

That hurt more than any argument could have. Because for the first time in my life, I wasn't sure he believed me. I barely slept that night. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that notice. Thirty days. Thirty days. Thirty days. The number repeated itself like a curse. Around three in the morning, I gave up entirely and opened my laptop. If I couldn't sleep, I could work. At least work made me feel useful. I spent hours revising proposals, updating designs, sending emails, and applying for projects. Doing anything, everything.

A/N: *Unedited* Hello guys, this is the first chapter of this month and we'll have a great time reading more for days to come. It’s the same ammo every day until the end of the month. Min chapters per month is 20 but if I have more ideas, I’m willing to write more. Don’t worry about it. God bless and stay safe🙏🏼❤ Love, Diana …

Me: Bros no money, make we down beer abeg… Prince told the bar attendant what we were going to take… Me: Bros, help me reason this matter na… Wetin I go do? Prince: You need a break… Me: :-\ Break as in? Prince: You’ve watched 40days and 40nights, right? Me: Ehen… :-\ Prince: Yeah, something like that… But let’s make your own 30days and 30nights… Me: I no understand… :-\ Prince: No straffing for you for 30days and 30nights!

Hey y'all! If you've gotten here then you've gone through roughly 31 thousand words and I really appreciate that :) The goal for this month is about 50k words so I'd most likely update everyday and about two chapters a day... with some days as exceptions in case of emergencies. Thanks for reading and enjoy!

“She’d be so disappointed if I left.” I clenched my fists, forcing myself to stay calm. “How about this,” he said, leaning against the wall like he had all the time in the world. “We make it interesting.” I frowned. “What are you talking about?” “A challenge,” he said, his tone teasing. “First person to walk out of the shoot has to do whatever the other wants for five days. No excuses.” “That’s ridiculous,” I said, crossing my arms. “Scared?” I glared at him. “I can handle it.”

It was a simple text from Zander. Her brows narrowed as she read the message. “A 30 days challenge?” “I am going to prove my claim with a new activity everyday for thirty days. And you have to come along to see for yourself!” She chuckled loudly at the long list. The man was taking this a bit too personally. “Painting, cooking class, archery, shooting…” She laughed out loud at the next activity scheduled for day fifteen. “Bungee jumping! Is he crazy?” He was definitely pulling her legs. Zander Scott belongs nowhere near any kind of jumping!