Get Paid To Write Short Stories Novels & Stories

Nisim had a different take on it: “Create, edit, send, repeat. It’s important to be in print, but don’t expect each of your stories to be published. Thank your stars, even if ten percent of all that you write makes it to print, okay? But the process – create, edit, send, repeat – is important. It is the only way you can get over the wannabe-writer-syndrome and be one.” Jahnobi kept pressing me to send my stuff to the local magazines while I was hell-bent on not sending them, because the local magazines didn’t pay for contributions. How could I give my work to them for free? That way, I would never be able to build my personal economy with stories. Nisim’s viewpoint clearly contradicted what

Cora shrugged. "Me? There's no way I won't need money," I joked and we laughed. I did have a job, I am a writer, and I do all the kinds of writing there is; Ghost writing, content writing, script-writing, and I write personal books, two of which were adapted into live action. Not to brag, but I am a hot cake writer, kinda famous for my works, and works that people didn't even know I wrote; either way, it was bringing me money and hence the reason why Cora would think I didn't need money. Everyone needs money, Femi Otedola does, Jeff Bezos does, Dangote does, hell even Elon Musk still needed money, so who was I not to need money because I was earning a few thousands? Not me!

"Hi there, it's Bella. I hope you're doing well. I wanted to reach out because I've been thinking about increasing my writing work. I know I haven't published much lately, but with my current circumstances, I could really use some extra income. Is there any way to take on more assignments or increase my pay rate? I'd be more than willing to take on additional work or explore new topics. Please let me know if there's anything I can do. Thank you." Her finger hovered over the "Send" button, hesitating for a moment before finally pressing it. She stared at the screen, her heart racing with a mix of hope and anxiety. Bella had always been reserved about her writing, keeping it separate from her

She pointed. “That–” I followed her finger. “Oh that's my journal.” “You write?” She eyed me. “I like to write. But lately, I've ran out of inspiring topics.” “Hmm, you did say you were a fan of my blog, right?” “Yes.” “So what do you say I pay you a thousand dollars weekly to write a piece for my blog? Of course it'll pass as mine. You'll just be like a–” “Ghostwriter?” I questioned feeling that cloud of disappointment again.

“Ma’am, the money was sent to me as payment for a work I’ve made. Seeing as they’ve only sent that amount now, I assume they’ve divided it into installments.” “What kind of work?” Theresa immediately asked. At this moment, it was hard to divide her work and her curiosity as Estela’s acquaintance. If she had checked their system, she would be able to see the name of the sender instead of questioning how the people in front of her were able to get such an amount. “I did some work for Wordsmith Literature, I believe you can check it there.” ‘Wordsmith Literature? Isn’t that the name of a publishing company?’ “Is that the publishing company you are talking about?”

"Really!?" "Yes, it's true. You will be receiving your exclusive publishing contract tomorrow and your pay on your bank account. Since you wrote one hundred and twenty thousand words, you will get paid two hundred and fifty dollars or twelve thousand five hundred pesos." I paused a little and watched her beautiful reaction, then I followed up with, "Ah, don't celebrate yet." Mimo's facial expression became serious as she looked at me. "Why?" "You still have two more evaluations to pass for you to become our full pledge creative novelist permanently."