Essay Stories Novels & Stories

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.

"You guessed it. But it's more than that. By the way, do you only write interview articles for work? Or do you write story pieces too? I could give you some material and you could write a story out of this. We can split the royalties if it's a hit!" Laura was intrigued but shook her head. "Do you know what kind of stories sell? They've got to be dramatic, intense, full of love, hate, betrayal, the whole mix! Everyone's been through your everyday mother-in-law and daughter-in-law conflicts. It wouldn't catch anyone's interest." Jennifer's expression turned solemn. "I'm going to give you some material that fits exactly what you're looking for." She proceeded to tell Laura everything that had h

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

she said. “I thought that it wouldn’t be as busy as it was in San Francisco but its crazy busy as well. I think people in this country care more about political drama than anything else. Eighty-nine percent of the news content is just politics, politics, politics. I am yet to decide if that’s a good thing or not….” “How about your co-workers,were they friendly?” Her mother asked. “Yes, everyone was friendly,” She lied. Natasha knew that telling her mother about the antagonistic and villain-like Luyando would only make her have unnecessary worries. “I know it’s just the first day but I think people aren’t as scheming as they were back home.”