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.

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?

"Because you bought me an expensive flashy car and... I don't think writers get that much, sorry to say." Seven chuckles. "Yea you're right, sugar. It's sad that writers work their asses off but don't get that much. But I'm not just any writer. I'm a screenwriter for a couple of TV series on N*****x. Now that's just not any other writer... We get insane money and I thought I could gift you for nursing my knee. You're too kind. Too much sugar I'm starting to feel diabetic... " I laugh." You talk alot, you know... "

” “All you have to do with the writers is to wake them up to their real life experiences Lily. And they are really going to stop it. The reason why some writers are so mysterious, they are getting it from something.” “Have you ever read the story of International_Pen, Live slash evil? That is nice, about the writer who is a grim reaper. That is so nice and good luck if it will be released in media, hayst.” “Sounds interesting.” And I put down the blower and sat on the bed.

I kind of do some writing for work, too. Rosie: No way! I write articles, what kind of stuff do you write about? Gabe: Wow that’s really cool. I’m not actually that much of a writer I guess. I just write code- ha. I own my own business. Yeah, writing code isn’t quite the same, buddy, I thought and chuckled to myself. Rosie replied with a joke about writing code that I figured had probably come from Thomas. He then jabbed back by asking whether I wrote articles for The Wall Street Journal or for Playboy Magazine. I laughed again. Not bad dude. But if only you knew, I thought. Luckily Rosie hadn’t disclosed any specifics about my blog.

"But not all writers choose to be naked. Sometimes other writers prefer to hide. They hide themselves with their stories." "Like you?" He asked immediately. Even though Infinity was not eating, she felt like she was, somehow, choking because of his question. "Maybe." She did not answer his question directly. Suddenly, the other person laughed. “Why Infinity? Do you think I don't know what your co-workers at The Journal call you? Really? The tragic writer? Tell me. Who hurt you, and you are so angry that even your readers are affected by it.” There's a mix of humor in it.

“Relax. I’m not writing a food column.” “Good,” he replied dryly. “I’d hate for my mom’s diner to be featured next to your designer brand breakdown.” She snorted. “So, you really think you’re funny?” He didn’t miss a beat. “No. I know I’m right.”

The absurd thought that she might have somehow slipped into her own story filled her mind, leading her to question everything she thought she knew about her reality. In her own universe, Michelle was a ghostwriter, known for emulating other authors' styles. Gifted in the art of imitation, her ability to emulate any author's style earned her a reputation. Consequently, many online writers who found themselves at an impasse, but didn't wish to abandon their stories, sought her expertise.

they complained. At this moment, Alex had the craziest and stupid idea ever. she hesitantly has her hand and spoke: What if we just write a kind of friend love letter to the person we get? Like a kind of joke? The teacher loved the Idea. The money grubbers found it a very good idea. The jokers saw a big opportunity and the shy ones were a too-small minority to make a real opposition. She was happy, but just because everyone was happy and it would be very funny.

Sloan is a well-known unknown writer who went by the pen name 'Oh Renji' and did nothing but write stories—erotic stories, to be precise. "He's got a fat brain," Primus remarked, and Luca smiled. Indeed! Their friend had a healthy fat brain. "Yeah... Unlike you, doesn't have a brain," he said, teasing Primus Armande. Primus was immediately triggered by what Luca said. "I'm a brainless? Dolt, you're speaking to the CEO of this hotel; a CEO is right in front of you!" Luca and Wregan both burst out laughing at Primus' reaction. Primus was visibly upset by what he said.