Blogger Writers Novels & Stories

Bella looked towards the driver Arthur had assigned to her for help, He was struggling to get pass them and lend her a hand but the man couldn’t do anything against the swarm of bloggers who were interested in getting news from Bella. Bella was hit with a myriad of thoughts, wondering if these bloggers were able to find her in the shortest of time. "Miss Bella, what is your relationship with Mr Arthur Lorenzo?" One of the bloggers asked quickly. "I gathered you're a paid mistress." Bella could feel the insult rubbing in but she knew better than to allow herself get bullied. There is no place to hide after all so she would've to face it head on. "Since you know that already, were you hoping I

I asked and subsequently realised I was talking to a pool of water. Shaking it off, I went inside. I was there about half an hour before I was supposed to be and had a key. I opened up and went inside. Taking advantage of my over punctuality, I logged on to my blog account from the store computer and typed the stories about Moira that I was 'publishing' through the blog. That's why Adam asked for the latest blogbuster. He combined blog and blockbuster, creating a new word just for my blog. I replied, "When I get a minute alone," because I was secretly using the store's computer. I couldn't afford the internet on my own and why should I? There was a perfectly good and able computer right here

The blogger was a renowned novel illustrator on T*****r. She was famous and had a few billion followers on T*****r. Famous actors and actresses wouldn’t even have a few billion followers on T*****r. As for the quality of the blogger’s illustration, it was as if the best professionals in the industry did it. An illustration by the blogger could sell for at least $10,000 and was still sought after by many.

This is just writer’s block, right? I mean, surely there was something about last night’s date with Gabe that went terribly. There must be something for me to write about... I sat in my office chair, staring at the blank screen of the word processing program in front of me. I had been gazing at it for half an hour, trying to brainstorm what to write for the upcoming blog post. The problem, though, was that I ran a website that people visited to hear about my bad dates, not the good ones. There wasn’t anything interesting about a good date, or at least anything that my current readers would want to hear. They wanted the ridiculous details. They wanted the men who didn’t pay for dinner and the

“A writer? What kind of writing?” Joy cringed internally. She hated that question—it was almost impossible to talk about with people who weren’t writers because it inevitably led to awkwardness—so she gave her standard answer: “I’m a freelance journalist, actually.” “A journalist? That’s a first for this town.” Adam’s tone seemed, if not annoyed, at least not particularly enthused. “I write primarily for online news blogs and magazines. Depends on what kind of stories come my way.” “So you wait for something bad to happen and then cash in on it.”

” “All you have to do with the writers is to wake them up to their real life experiences Lily. And they are really going to stop it. The reason why some writers are so mysterious, they are getting it from something.” “Have you ever read the story of International_Pen, Live slash evil? That is nice, about the writer who is a grim reaper. That is so nice and good luck if it will be released in media, hayst.” “Sounds interesting.” And I put down the blower and sat on the bed.

" I left the comments immediately, my pulse rate increasing now. Hands shaky and urgent as I went back to the strange blog page. Ready to take action now. "What is all this? What the actual hell is all these?! I don't come online for a few days and this happens? This of all things??" Who the hell was this blogger and why was he tagging me?!

Instead, I am in the office, or rather, my office is away from my office. My name is Aliyah Montenegro, and I am a professional website developer and a popular author. At least, that's my job description. In layman's terms, I'm a blogger, a columnist, a prankster, and a writer of interesting one-on-one articles that grab your attention in the blink of an eye and lose it just as quickly. I can crank out one column a day if the topic doesn't involve too much research, and two if it's deep science stuff. That's how I make my living, and I'm not half bad at it. I got the clicks and was rewarded with a salary. That salary took me down the old road down memory lane in Manila.