Awkward Writing Novels & Stories

Immaturity or madness? "It's not anyone's fault that you write horrible books. The book was good at the beginning, but you lost the hang of it afterward, and everything was messed up. Was it anyone's fault that your writing is horrible? You should work on your skill or whatever you call it, and stop coming here to cause trouble like a nuisance," The senior editor, Joy screams at her angrily, and fuck! She sends a hot slap across Joy's cheek.

By the time Ariana's wrist began to ache from practicing her handwriting, Victor still hadn't said a single word to her. Finally, Ariana spoke up. "Mr. Smith, how's my handwriting looking?" She handed the A4 paper in her hand to Victor. Vitor glanced at it briefly before saying coldly, "Keep writing." "What else should I write?" "Obscure words." Victor somehow produced a printed list of one hundred rare and obscure words, placing it in front of Ariana. The moment Ariana saw the list, she felt like the sky was falling. These words were utterly impractical for daily use. They were lengthy and seemed more like jargon than anything. Even a single mistake would mean she had to start all over agai

My words made everyone in the hospital ward look at Edwin, and they were all watching to see what he would do next. He hated being embarrassed, and he was so mad he looked like he was about to burst into flames. However, he could not say anything mean to his mom in front of everyone, so he just went to the bathroom. Mandy was still acting all sweet and innocent. She knocked on the bathroom door, lecturing Edwin, "You're being too cruel. Mom's been working herself to the bone for your family, and now, she's in the hospital. How could you blame her? That's not how a son should act!"

There is one word to describe how Audrey was feeling right at that exact moment--- AWKWARD! "Errrr... Hehe... Oh... I--I--I was just... Ahmmm....the fall... hehe..." Audrey can't find a word to say. Her eyebrows can't help but twitch as she tried to explain her action [ We better not explain ourselves and risk being labeled as a weirdo more we already were. In any case, it's all a thing of the past now. It's okay, don't think about it little lass. You'll get through it.]

I opened my door and stepped out. For some reason, my heart was beating harder than it should have been, and suddenly I found myself standing there without knowing how to say the simple thing I had wanted to say. "Would you..." I stopped. She waited. I cleared my throat. "Would you like to have dinner with me sometime?" The words came out more awkwardly than I had intended, and I immediately regretted how uncertain I sounded. Amara's lips curved into a small smile. "I'll see about that."

The words from my mouth were cursed. Anything I said came true. When I was eight, a child trafficker broke my right leg. I stared at him and said, "You made me limp, so I'll make you limp too." A second later, steel pipes from an overturned truck went through both his legs. When I was twelve, a staff member at the orphanage stole my winter coat. I said to her, "You stole my warmth, so I'll give you the cold. You won't live past tonight. Ice will be your coffin." That night, she passed out drunk in a walk-in freezer and froze to death. Then the wealthy Shaw family found me and brought me home. However, I knew I was a monster, so I kept my mouth shut and acted like I was mute. But

I swallowed hard. “I... I mean that’s.....that’s what my mother said. It’s not my personal opinion. I mean actually, you are not my type.....” again I stopped with wide eyes ”I didn’t mean to say that you are not handsome, but you are .......I’m not.....” I groaned and hit the island bar with my head. God, why am I so awkward? I hate myself. I was about to hit my head again, but instead, I found a big hand cushioning my forehead.

With the way her mind went completely gaga around Liam, that could be disastrous and only make the awkward situation awkwarder…was that even a word? She didn’t know, but she was using it. It suited the situation perfectly. If she didn’t have a solid plan worked out by the time Liam came back into his office she would definitely end up making the whole thing more awkward than it already was.

Sluggishly motivated, she often thinks her job is to be a hopeless romantic. M.M. Ward is a post-stroke mother who started scribbling stories as part of her language recovery. She considered herself a hummingbird writer with how fast words pour out and her muse is like that of a hummingbird in a meadow, everywhere at once. Despite being a lover of shifter fiction and sci-fi fantasy fusion, majority of her writing is based on ‘overcome’ fiction, women’s fiction about people, their circumstances and how their choices affect life. Not every story has a happy ending. Her motto in life is: When life knocks us down, we all have a choice: to be Better, or to become Bitter. I choose Better.

Amelia asked absentmindedly, he had managed to drift away from the main topic just like that. “Like all the scenes, they are always too perfect, makes you feel like it could ever be like that one day, but it can’t, what happens when the he’s going all sexy and she farts, what happens when he carries her to the bath tub- aiming for a romantic scene and he slips on a tiles and falls with her. Ouch. There are many awkward things, omitted because all those things- to the readers and writers disrupt the flow of the story. Everything shouldn’t be perfect. These little things are what makes it looks and sound real.