Funny Writer Novels & Stories

I beamed and faced him again with a wide smile. "What? What Egg—" "That's what I called my readers, duh!" A soft laugh made its way from my mouth as I jokingly punched the stranger in his left arm. "And why would you call your readers Egg Cells?" "You don't like it? Does the fandom named 'Cums' really sound better?" I held my chin and ignored him choking on his own saliva. Good thing he regained himself and slowly faced my direction. "You're weird." Oh, coming from a man who dressed like he was from Hueco Mundo.

“A writer? What kind of writing?” Joy cringed internally. She hated that question—it was almost impossible to talk about with people who weren’t writers because it inevitably led to awkwardness—so she gave her standard answer: “I’m a freelance journalist, actually.” “A journalist? That’s a first for this town.” Adam’s tone seemed, if not annoyed, at least not particularly enthused. “I write primarily for online news blogs and magazines. Depends on what kind of stories come my way.” “So you wait for something bad to happen and then cash in on it.”

About The Authors Mark Boutros is an award winning writer, and author of fantasies that celebrate broad worlds, hapless characters and freedom of imagination. He also writes short stories and thrillers. Mark lives in London, loves RPSs (the computer game kind) and binge watching Netflix with his wife.

I sat across from a guy named Devin, who smelled like woody, fresh spicy tobacco. His wolf energy wasn’t so overwhelming but his smile made me look away every second to make sure we weren’t the only people left in the cafe. “So, what do you do for fun?” he asked, leaning forward with lingering interest. I sipped my drink. “I punch things and make them turn red. Usually people.” He blinked with confusion. “Kidding,” I added with a tight smile. Kind of. He chuckled awkwardly. “You’re funny. You seem more like a girl with a sharp mouth than one who can wreck a jaw.”

Emmy paused for a little while as if scanning for stories in Teen fiction. Jemmy lied Lazily on the bed in her pajamas as she watched Emmy. " Should I start now, Miss? " Emmy's robotic voice rang in the room. " You can. " " Okay. " " The story is Titled My True Friend by a Young Teen Writer Queenebunoluwa15. " " Oh, but I thought most Writers are old men and women. " " That was before, Miss. Now Young Teenagers are the ones dominating the writing Industry. "

" Is it Yun Woo? The Youngest Writer in the World? " " Yes he is, he's the writer of a book titled The Great Storyteller, I read that book and I was very impressed, it almost seemed like he was writing a biography of someone. " [ The great story Teller by Yun Woo is available on W******l. ] " Yes, I still can't believe that the guy is just Twelve years old! It's still so unbelievable. " " True but I am not that Suprised anymore since some children were born geniuses, Remember Little Red bean and Little Pudding the daughters of Huo Mian and Qin Chu from The Chinese novel, My youth began with him? "

About the Author Sofie is a freelance writer, and an endeavoring poet who adores writing the macabre and the alluring takes of life. She travels through every journey with her bag of Cheetos and crosses through every riverbank with a box of Pizza. A person who yearns to become a Game writer or be a part of Corporate Communications in the gaming industry. She studies A.B Communication Arts and is now on her path to revamp, fight and inspire as she gruesomely takes on the outside world of Taco Tuesdays.

About the Author Acky Loowa is a corporate trainer, a freelance host, a visionary and a happy go lucky underrated writer in Nueva Ecija, Philippines, who writes to express and not to impress. He is a simple guy who has a big dream and wants to inspire individuals through his work. Year 2020 when he won in a one shot writing contest with his story “GARAPON: Tapayan ng mga Puso” which caused him to take writing seriously. He can do writes all kind of genre but tragic story is his first love.

Please. I smiled widely as I typed. He was so cool. Me: Call me itchy fingers. Mystery man: Oh! Interesting. So, is there a story behind that name? I let out a breath before going back to typing. Me: Yeah! As the name sounds. My fingers are always itching to write everyday. Mystery man: So which means you write everytime your hands itches you? Me: Don't let me fool you, you are a writer like me, so I'm sure you can relate. You know there are times you really do want to write, but something comes upon you and you end up not writing more than a hundred words.

Now that's messed up! I manage a simple sarcastic 'haha' laugh, and fumble on the best way to attack Mr. Busy-body over here. We were gisting normally, then suddenly my business turned into theirs in a moment of seconds. And now they've been laughing like pack of hungry hyenas. My life is what I want it to be, and with the Almighty's grace, I've been living the life of my dream. I'm a writer, an English lecturer and I own one of Lagos's biggest restaurants. I earn way more money than any of these bozos here. So why would the life of a young millionaire like myself, bother them?