5 000 Words In Pages Novels & Stories

Once, he had been kind to me, but now the hatred in his eyes was real. It seemed like I was the only one to be blamed for what happened five years ago. I suddenly felt so tired, wiping my face carelessly as I walked out into the cold night alone. The wind cut through me like a knife, and the streets were eerily empty. Blood smeared across my face as I tried to wipe it away with my sleeve. Dean's parting words echoed in my mind. "It makes me sick." My knees buckled, and I collapsed onto the pavement, drained of energy.

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9:00 AM – Floor 50 The expansion plan was forty-three pages long. Elma had spent the weekend refining every detail, sleeping maybe five hours total. The document lived on her laptop, on a flash drive in her bag, and in a locked folder on the company server. She’d checked it seven times for typos alone. One wrong number in a budget projection would give the directors a reason to dismiss the whole thing.

Carson curled his lips. "Otherwise, you have to compensate my Mommy with mental damages. Every time you compensate me with a hundred... "Ten thousand!" Jeremy thought of one hundred pieces at the beginning, but later on, he felt that the one hundred pieces seemed too little, so he changed it to ten thousand words. "What?" Carson was about to go crazy. A million? This was much more worthwhile than robbing a bank.

Luna was suddenly asked to copy a document of more than 10,000 words by hand. She was startled when she received the document. It was not a document related to jewelry design or the rules of the design department. They were the company’s rules and regulations, and there were at least 20,000 words. Shannon dropped the document in front of her, gave her some instructions, and left. “Hand it in before you leave for the day.” “Wow.” Bonnie pushed her glasses and calculated. “You have about twenty thousand words. Besides lunch break, you have another five hours left. You have to write at least sixty words per minute.”

The people, who were ‘bewitched’ from touching the barrier, were all tested, but nothing was found wrong with them, except for the fact that they all came away with two different words. I got a pen and paper before sitting down with the words gathered. There were a total of twenty five people, including the latest guy, so that meant there were fifty words. I wrote all fifty words before going through what the government had put together from the words. Nothing made sense from them, so I ended up going my own way.

But before him, he had some other things to be taken care of, other things like, Bree Lively. ______________________________________ Hey guys, I wanted to clear one thing, I don't know why you guys think the chapters are short when I have always written the same amount of words. My chapters had always been from 1500 words to 2500 words, and sometimes I write longer when i feel like it's needed to be written longer in a chapter otherwise my minimum words had always been 1500 words and then go on. Whenever I write short chapter like shorter than 1500 words I always mention in my author note and apologise for it, but last chapter was 1600 words and this one is 2100 words.

"No, you don't understand. I need you to TYPE two thousand copies." My jaw dropped. "Each paper must be fifty page long, Times New Romans, font size 11, 12, and so on. Keep increasing the font size for each paper and use a different font for each letter. I need it delivered unfailingly to me by the end of today." What?! "B... But Mr Winston. Sir!" He was sitting back at his seat now and focusing on his computer, paying me no heed. He.. he wanted me to TYPE TWO THOUSAND copies of the SAME 50 PAGED letter?!

Shit, still at 88 words. Okay, 92 now. Bye and enjoy these carefully structured scenarios my brain won't stop feeding me!