Burn Book Idea Novels & Stories

I had an idea and a plot, I was inspired by an article I found on Stockholm syndrome… that was why I found the Book 1 necessary to be written, so you can see the back story. I also added other character lives because I would love to be doing spin offs and I wouldn’t want to begin it with back stories of characters you already knew. I was really young when I started this book, with a lot of ideas for it but so little skill hence I wasn’t able to describe some scenes or emotions the way I had it in my head but this only goes to say I would be editing this book from the beginning. I actually thought it was a good idea to not write the main concept of the book in the introduction but turns out n

she said firmly, her voice taking a chastising tone. "No, this is exactly the time," I interjected stubbornly. "I saw fire today. Once you light a fire, it has to burn and it doesn't care if this is the time or place. Fire either burns brightly or it fizzles into nothingness and smoke. Without the fire, there is no light. So, are you two burning or fizzling?" I demanded. I wanted an answer. Andrew looked at me, and I shrugged. I might be confused from the drugs, but it had sounded poetic in my head.

“You find something interesting, Maya?” I hesitated, my fingers tracing the edge of the journal. “This bunker belonged to a scientist,” I said slowly. “Someone who predicted The Burning. They tried to stop it.” Ben frowned, lowering his rifle slightly. “What do you mean, ‘predicted’?” I handed him the journal, watching his expression shift as he flipped through the pages. “They knew something was coming. They were part of some kind of project to stop it, but it got out of control.” Marcus snorted from his spot near the wall. “So, what? Some crackpot scientist thought they could play God and screwed it all up? Sounds about right.”

"Don't say I didn't offer. What are we going with?" "I say truth," Law states. Jeremiah and Jackson nod and Ezekiel reaches into the bowl. He unfolds the paper, smiles when he reads what's on it. "What in your web browser would be embarrassing if someone saw it?" he reads. "Okay, guess I'll go first. Um, I have a folder in my bookmarks bar titledHands." We all burst out laughing. "What the hell does that even mean?" Laury asks. "Hey, hey. I just had to tell the truth. Not explain."

Carla and Travis watched from the sidelines, hands clasped. “We did it,” Carla said, her voice steady. Travis nodded. “And we’re just getting started.” The scars remained, but they were no longer wounds. Dave, Carla, and the other victims were healing, not just surviving but thriving, their journeys a testament to resilience, love, and the unyielding power of talent reclaimed. ----- This marks the end of the Burning Embers: Scorching Tales of Desire. Compiled short story arcs now made their way to their ends. See you next time. There'll be more ahead. Thank you!

I asked, quickly diverting the topic. Her eyes sparkled in delight as she showed me the front cover of the book. "It's a new book I bought! It's about childhood friends who eventually turn into lovers. They've done everything together since they were kids, so they never really viewed each other as potential lovers. However, when they stepped into college and decided to be roommates, they started seeing each other in a different light. It's so good! And I'm at the part where the guy is finally going to propose to the girl!"

Yet here I was, in this room full of people who had chosen me, not because they had to, but because they wanted to. I smiled, a real one this time, and sat at the center of the circle. April clapped her hands together, bubbling in excitement. “Okay, enough of the emotional display. Let’s get to work. Book Club is officially back in session!” Laughter filled the room. We started tossing around ideas for the next reading list, but the discussion quickly turned into a chaotic mess of inside jokes and playful teasing. Maya insisted we include something “dark and brooding,” while Sammy argued for something “funny, because God knows we all need to laugh more.” April rolled her eyes and wrote both

Hyun asked. "Well, for this book, I have to say that it's really business driven. They wanted me to come up with another book very quickly. I figured that the best way to do that was to get inspirations from different people's experiences and work on whatever I got from them. A little twist on this, some exaggeration on that. That's how I did the story. But of course, every adjustment had to make sense and that's were the harder part came," Cela explained. "So you mean, this novel is purely fictional?" he asked.

I lost the best friend I ever had, and I lost the person I used to be. I never went hunting for flings at concerts again. I learned the hard way: never count on luck, and never get involved with strangers on a whim. Everything came full circle. The person someone was with back then could, one day, end up connected to our own family.

"I tried drying with iron, but I burned the pages." Who dries a book with an iron? Couldn't he borrow my hair dryer? "My book. Where is it?" "Wait here." He ducked into his room whilst I tried to control my anger. Alina, it was just a book. It didn't matter. You could buy another. You could read it again and paste the notes. But that was my book. Nobody messes with my book. He burnt my book. He murdered my book. He was a murderer. "Your book." I stared at the almost destroyed cover and opened to find dark brown iron marks and spilled coffee marks. "We will go to book shopping."