300 Word Stories Novels & Stories

It was the movement of someone used to being watched. "Productive," I lied, standing up and stretching my arms over my head, letting the oversized black shirt ride up just enough to catch his eyes. "I wrote twenty-five thousand words." He paused, a noodle box halfway to the table. He actually looked stunned. "Twenty-five thousand? In one day? Is that even humanly possible?" "For me? It's a slow Tuesday." I walked over to him, my bare feet silent on the polished concrete. "When the flow hits, I don’t stop. It’s a trance. I just... vomit words onto the page until the story is purged."

📖(✿˶˘ ³˘)~♡ MIMO'S POV (｡❛ᴗ❛｡)📖 I could not sleep peacefully after what I had read in his email! He wanted me to create a ten thousand words short story, and it's romance. I don't have any idea right now, and no plots are coming to my mind. I check the time, and it's already 10 am. I didn't even type a single word on my laptop. I would like to know why he suddenly asked me to create a story!

I want to take a moment to say a huge thank you to everyone who has followed this story. Writing 340,000 words has been a massive journey for me. From the very first chapter of Riven and Sky’s story to the final moments with Stiles and Grey, it has been an incredible ride.

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

Every chapters of my story contain 3,000-5,000 words kaya medyo madami ang pag-iisipan. Pag dama mo kasi ang kwento mo, hindi mo mamamalayan na nasa ganoong word count ka na pala. Minsan din nahihirapan ako kaya medyo nagiging 2-3 days before maka-finished ako nang isang chapter. Sa writers block naman, ang ginagawa ko lang ay i-re-read iyong story ko then take down kung ano ang idadagdag. Saka every saturday and sunday hindi ako nag-susulat dahil pahinga ko iyon.

Suit pouted childishly at Anderson, and continued, “Do we have a deal, Mr. Anderson?” Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive ten stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation.

Hey everyone, this update is to bring some sad news. I will no longer be updating this story here as I feel as an author it is too expensive for the readers. I like making my chapters at least 3k words because I pack a lot into one chapter and I am unable to do that with a word limit of 1500-2k (to keep my chapters affordable I need to keep them between that word count).

Anna ran from the hallway with teary eyes. “I'm sorry my kids are sensitive when it comes to their mom. You need to be careful with the selection of your words. I know what you meant but Anna is quite little to understand.” Advised my father. “Whatever!” Caroline rolled her eyes. “Can we please continue with the rest of the tour tomorrow honey. I feel exhausted. Let’s go to our bedroom. And, would you kids mind giving us some privacy please” Caroline said impolitely. “Sure! Let’s go Zac”

] The calls and messages between Conrad and me had now turned into those between Horace and me. Though Horace was sick and didn't talk much. He didn't reply to this message. Not long after, a popular drama suddenly appeared online. A nobleman was saved by an orphaned girl and secretly vowed to marry her. But the orphan girl was from a poor family, and the nobleman came from a prestigious family, so the marriage was forbidden. Of course, in the end, they broke through societal norms and lived happily ever after. At the conclusion of the show, the nobleman spoke passionately, "What does it matter if you're a commoner? Why can't a commoner be the head of the family? A gentleman always repays ki

Jordan asked. "20, 000 words," Trix replied dryly. Jordan whistled, not expecting that response. How could a slacker, sophomore with no writer experience write 20,000 words in one night. "What do have to write about," Jordan asked amused. "The retelling of a fairytale." "Which one are going to choose," Jordan asked a small smile on his face. Trix furrowed her brows in concentration. "I don't know," she said after a long gap of silence. Now more than ever, she wished that she had done that book review. She sighed frustrated.