Coming Of Age Stories Novels & Stories

The question is when and how. This is an account of Dillon's story, and the story of an as of yet unknown face. A record of his late teens and young adulthood, so he and those he loved will never forget. A story of a kid that tried his best to navigate his way through life. A story full of triumphs and failures, and tears of happiness and sadness alike. Dillon's future story as well, is one he himself would never expect.

I'll be posting prompts for story openings based on our ongoing contests, successful outlines and designs, and if you are up for it, take it and write it out~ Come back to me with your own story and I have contracts to offer~ (well, if you already have a senior editor with GN, go to them :P ------- She's the baby her parents lost when she was switched at birth; She's the girl from the country side that the rich family took back when she was already 18 years old;

I'm not good at cooking at all, but still, I know some tricks. When I was eighteen, I moved on to live alone. I couldn't support another year with my foster parents. Well, I'm technically jobless and I don't have money. Lucky me, my brother forced me to accept his help until I found a better way to count on myself. While having breakfast, we chit-chatted a bit, and we also changed some jokes about our daily life. I told my brother some of my stories from high school, college, and even about how messed up I was whenever I saw the boy I was crushing on. He seemed to enjoy each and every one of my stories.

She lerned how to care for all the animals along with caring for her very own horse Ash loves going out on long trail rides. She would go along with some of the other people and go on weekend long camping trips with their horses. They would get everything set up along with a really good camp fire, the ones with the horses would saddle up and head out for a afternoon ride. When they returned, they get the horses some food and water for the rest of the night. Gathering around the fire, they would all roast some hotdogs while listening to some of the stories the others we're telling. Some were just made up while others were just funny things that happened to them in the past. There is this one

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.

The butterflies in her stomach are disturbing, it felt like the time she is having them. "I love it when you pretend to be coy"he confessed . She was about to talk when he continued. " I want us to visit my croft today. It is not that far from here so we will use bikes . " He informed her. He got the croft as a gift from his father when he was getting hitched. And now he wants to share a moment with her there . "Oh My God"She exclaimed. Hussain has been surprising her with different things since they arrived. "You have a croft? As in a croft farm "She questioned. "Yes"He replied smiling , playing with her hair as she watched through the window.

I just let my tears freely flow from my eyes as I told them my story. As I told them my first ever babysitting job I got when I was eleven, my very first kiss, the every fight me and my mother quarrel about which is about me going to college and spending my savings for a goddamn course that she said I wasn’t fit for. I told them about Jordan and my job at Maine, my first sex and the first time I feel liberated and unchained from the so-called family who adopted me. Minutes turned to hours as I just narrated my heart-wrenching story. Melissa and Rowena just vivaciously listen to my whine and tales, my rant and my longings.

They left a decent neighborhood for a rundown apartment block. Word on the street was that Rhett got so sick he nearly did not make it, and Kelly aged a decade in a single night. They had once been the pride of the block, always bragging about their daughter’s big achievements. Then, they became the punchline of every neighbor’s joke. People whispered that I went too far, that I forgot old loyalties. In response, I would give a half-smile and stay mum. Did Sheila think of the sacrifices I made while she was off studying abroad on my dime? Did she spare a thought for the house I mortgaged or the plain dinners and crowded bus rides I endured?

"I want my first time to be with you." His face grows serious. "Are you sure? Is that what you want your story to be? I mean, think about it. What about when you're older, and your friends are talking about how they lost their virginity? You won't be able to tell them you lost yours to your dad." "I'll lie," I promise. "I'll do anything." Josh looks at me for a moment, thoughtful. "Anything?"