300 Word Stories 소설 & 이야기

AUTHOR'S NOTE Yay! We are finally at the middle of the story and we have 30 more chapters to go. I'm excited!. For all of you who have kept reading, I sincerely appreciate your huge effort, thanks for staying by this writer. I love you very much. All chapters are 1k words to 1 200words. I made this chapters like this so it would be easier for you to unlock them with less coins, in case short chapters don't really interest you. You can just bear with me.

"My friend gave me a coupon for karaoke. We can do 2 hours for half the price. What do you say?" "Karaoke? Well, I've always wanted to try going to one." "You haven't gone to one?? Dude, what have you been doing with your youth?" "I don't go out much, so I haven't tried a lot of things yet." "That's it!" White suddenly exclaimed. "I know what we're doing today!"

Dear Readers, We’re closing in on 300 chapters and soaring past 300,000 words! I can’t believe how far we’ve come, and it’s all thanks to you. This story wouldn’t be what it is without your time, energy, and unfiltered reactions pushing me forward.

" I heard people crying tears of joy, and I heard gratitude in every voice around me. However, I no longer had the strength to respond. The pain was overwhelming…. So overwhelming that darkness eventually swallowed me whole. When I opened my eyes again, I was lying in a hospital in the city. "Mr. Porter, have some water." The children I had watched grow up crowded around my bed. Their eyes were red from crying as they looked at me with worry and concern. "I'm fine, really." Those few words exhausted me. I had to stop and catch my breath. "Mr. Porter, if you were sick, why did you keep enduring it?" "Why didn't you tell us?" "And your leg... the doctor said you'll never be able to walk again.

That evening, when we were down with three beers each, and were looking for the opener to open the fourth one, Biswa said, “Oi kela! How long do you take to write one story? That old man…Roosdee…your Guru, who came in your dream…he has written and published so many other books in all these years, and you baal…you are just writing and writing and writing? What do you think, you are? Bigger than Roosdee or what, kela? Dosti, if you take so long to write your story, when the hell will I make the film, huh? Three weeks, I give you three weeks. If you can’t write it in three weeks from now, I will look for someone else. Baal, you can’t act so pricey with people who care for your stories, kela.” “

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.

So time went by, until one day I went to a meeting of friends, we all got together to go to a literature expo, this was very special, because we had a book club, in which we met every week to read a book, depending on the theme we were touching. So we were very interested in this expo, it was going to last three days and it was from eight in the morning to two in the afternoon, so we had breakfast and lunch, after lunch we went out and the last day started at twelve o'clock, we had lunch and dinner. To be continued.

Title: "Beyond the Woods: A Tale of Unexpected Love" Word count: 2,098 Once upon a time, in a world where fairy tales mingled with reality, there lived a young woman named Little Headhood. She was known for her vibrant red cloak, which she wore as she ventured through the enchanted woods, delivering treats to her grandmother.

This is the first bookstore I have been to, the books before were for learning, not stories. "Okay, how about telling me some books you have read and if you enjoyed them?" He looks at me waiting. "Yeah, see I haven't read stories. I read books that are to help you learn but never read purely for pleasure." "Okay, I have a few suggestions, follow me." He walks through and I follow, not missing Troy's eyes on me, while he has his phone in his hand. "Here, so, these are small books. Each one has short stories in, between one thousand and ten thousand words each story. Based on a specific genre." I watch as he picks up three and holds them out.

I told him to get some water from the kitchen. The moment he left, my spoon slipped from my hand and fell to the ground. As I bent down to pick them up, blood suddenly gushed from my nose. I quickly covered it with my sleeve, forcing myself to stand up. I had already prepared a card and a note, which I quietly placed on the dining table. Dr. White, thank you for everything. If it's possible, could I ask you to scatter my ashes in the mountain woods? Please accept the card. I know it's not the best gift, but given our friendship, I hope you don't mind.'