Fill In The Blank Stories Novels & Stories

Me: uhh, I don't have any stories Chubi : then sing me a lullaby I sighed Me: I don't know any Chubi : what kind of a sister are you? I chuckled Me: lie down and close your eyes, I'll tell you a story and you'll have to imagine the characters Chubi : okay sis He laid down and I covered him, his bunny was in his arms

“But you did leave. You said you’d come to get me, but you didn’t. You said you’d come after finishing the lawsuit, but three days have passed, and you still haven’t shown up.” His fingers clenched around the green dinosaur once more. The plastic made a “crackling” sound in his palm. He bent the dinosaur’s tail into a U-shape, even tighter than before. “Dad says you’re very busy. Aunt Anna says you don’t want to come back. I don’t know who to believe.” His voice dropped half a tone when he said “don’t know”. The word sounded like something a four-year-old shouldn’t feel—full of exhaustion. “But I know one thing: after you left, no one told me stories anymore. Dad won’t tell stories. Aunt Ann

He grinned, wiggling his fingers mysteriously. “It’s called ‘Story Fingers.’ You take turns telling a story, but here’s the catch—you can only speak one sentence at a time, and you have to include a finger count with each sentence. For example, I start with ‘One fox ran across the river,’ and then you continue with two of something happening, and so on. It gets tricky, and hilarious, especially after a few rounds.” Jaiyana laughed, already intrigued. “Sounds… complicated. But fun. Okay, I’m in.”

He opened the valet and It had 100$ inside it. “Problem solved! I can borrow 400$ from Henry and add these 100$ in it and keep it back in the locker. This way Mr. Paul will never doubt on me again!” Keith headed towards Henry's home. A person who was a friend Keith always remembered in his toughest times. But, unfortunately never gave him a helping hand in the times of need. Keith reached Henry's home and explained him the entire situation. Keith always shared all his problems with Henry and took advantage of him by acting innocent. Henry helped him and landed him 400$.

"Really? And what stories does Mommy tell you?" Brandon tilted his head, thinking. "The Three Bears, Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, and the Prince and the Frog." He hesitated a little. "Mommy knows lots of stories too, but she only tells me one each night, so she finishes them quickly." Peter grinned. "Is that so? Do you really like listening to stories?" Brandon nodded enthusiastically. "I love it." "Then, how about letting Grandma tell you stories from now on? Sometimes, Mommy gets very tired."

"The blanket's cold. I'm feeling weak, and it's chilly. Conrad, why don't you come in and talk while we stay in bed?" Conrad fell silent. I shut the door.

Thank you SO MUCH for taking the time to read “Our Blank Canvas.” <3 This second book was meant to be explored through Vasilisa’s point of view, as she navigated through the difficulties of exploring her past as well as trying to move on in an entirely new Country. Additionally, I wanted to include the points of view of my supporting cast for various reasons. Each character has their own unique battle, and I felt it was necessary to allow them the chance to tell their story too. I began writing this novel after I completed “Our Young Funny Voices” June of 2019. I’ve completed it March of 2020. I’ve had an absolute blast writing it— but I’ve also cried and laughed along the way.

Her husband ran out just as her pursuer pulled up,jumped from his car and yelled:'Lady,there's A MAN WITH A KNIFE HIDING IN YOUR BACKSEAT! I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

I answered. “Hi! I just got home! I don’t have anything important to do so…… do you mind telling me the news now? I'm exited!” “Seriously? On the phone? This is a long story girl. I think it'll be better if I just tell you when I see you.” “Ohhh I love long stories! Tell me now! GO! I don't mind staying on the phone for hours!” “Alright but promise me that you’ll wait until I finish before you give any reaction? This will shock the hell out of you so wait for me to finish? Okay?”

I suddenly started to feel nervous. "Hi Amarachi, I'm your literature teacher. My name is Miss Ada. Welcome to Crownstar highschool." I smiled at her. "So who doesn't have a seat partner? A girl raised her hands and Miss Ada asked me to seat with her. She started teaching and that was when I remembered that I didn't collect the pen my mum bought. I didn't want to ask anyone for a spare pen but then it was my first day at school and I did not want to start skipping notes. I asked the guy at my front for a spare pen but he didn't have any one. The girl beside him smiled and gave me a pen, I thanked her and started writing.