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Well, he definitely is not capable of a normal conversation. She huffed out a frustrated breath. "Okay okay!! Jokes apart ,what led you into writing??" He asked genuinely curious. "I always loved making stories," she said, recounting the number of stories she made when she was a kid. "When did you write your first story?" Amar asked. "When I was five," she said.

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I want you to know that I am happy that there's someone reading my story, even though there are many loopholes and such… This is the first story that I've created and I'm h I'm happy that I got this far! I'm happy to say that I would release more stories but I can assure you that I will do my best to improve my work! Also, I have English and Filipino stories so feel free to search for them! I am looking forward to your support! Fighting!

END *** Hello , Good evening to you all. Thanks so much for reading my short story. I have been wanting to write it for some time. It may not be to your great expectations but I just wanted to write something not usually the normal I do. Please you can read and recommend it to your friends. It will only require a few coins to unlock the chapters. I have another ongoing Mafia Romance book"ugly and insecure"going on. You can try it for free. I will be writing mor about it. I am equally a write with d****e and have numerous complete books. Thanks so much

There is no greater way to write a book than to write it in the manner it wants to be written. You may feel the need to cultivate a story with a good ending and still end up messing around with the plot as the story unfolds. It was not until I realized that there was a way to tell a story without actually paying reference to the cause that I first thought seriously of writing this story. Three items of my experience combined to make me become aware of the presence of a life form that moves freely in the dark without being noticed. Before I begin this story, I must pay some respect to three wonderful women in my life that has shaped the existence of this story. I honor Leah Fisher for her und

"But don't be disappointed when this girl leaves you for a white guy! You know those oyimbo now... Don't say I didn't warn you oo!" "Just leave me alone, madam-oversabi!" Okay okay... Whatever! I've managed to gather some money from my story writing. I scripted a story for some university students and they paid me well, a thousand naira per story. Oh thank goodness you're able to do something with those tiny hands of yours. We're so wretched Zay! Wretched!! Point of connection, naughty! You're the only wretched person here, not me. Insha Allah, we'll make something out of life.

It kept me afloat. Back in the day, I used to scribble stories in cool notebooks that I purchased from the school’s bookstore. I remember vividly the time one of my teachers confiscated one of my many notebooks with unfinished scripts because I was focused on writing instead of listening to the daily lesson. She returned the notebook and may have said that I may have some potential. Fast forward to recently, when I finally decided to create a story based on what May or May not have happened in my life. I never thought that I would actually be able to get this novel out.

“Sometimes people cannot say how they feel, but they can see themselves in a story.” The woman nodded slightly. I continued. “Stories also give people hope. When someone reads about a character who struggles and still survives, it reminds them that their own struggles might not be the end.” The third interviewer leaned forward. “So you believe stories change lives?” “Yes,” I answered softly. “I believe they do.” The man flipped through another page. “If we hire you here as a junior content writer, what kind of stories would you want to write?” My heart steadied. “The kind that make people feel something,” I said. “Stories that stay with them even after they close the book.”

Aarif pointed out, “let it finish the story however it wants to. You should try writing a story yourself without a chatbot. I’m sure there are many web novel companies willing to give new writers a chance.” Like a certain website based in Singapore. Wink wink. “If that doesn’t work out, you can always try self-publishing,” Sikandar suggested. “I don’t know,” Alishba murmured, “I am not confident in my writing skills.” “But you love writing, right?” Shaan asked to which she nodded, “Then give it a try.” “No one’s perfect in one go,” Meeran added, “Practice makes perfect.” “I guess I should start somewhere,” Alishba muttered in agreement.

Then she looked down at the stone in its open mahogany box. "I used to think that the hardest part of writing was writing words, " Elena said softly. "When I was writing for the platforms they always wanted more. They wanted it faster and more exciting.. Writing this story is not about filling up space. It is about staying true to the story." Julian looked up from his tablet. Smiled. "You have already changed the game, Elena. Marcus told me this morning that two writers are free from their bad contracts. The platform executives are starting to realize that they cannot enforce rules that're unfair."