Giantess Writing Novels & Stories

Jessika Sims is an Australian author of fantasy horror. Her nightmarish monsters are the stars of her writing; created by her real-life fears of spiders, heights, and anything resembling horror. Jessika lives in the suburbs of Port Stephens and uses her experience of the changing landscapes she grew up in to create her own world and characters through her own style of writing. Transamagei is her first novel.

The beginning of everything that would either make or break me. I swallowed hard, my gaze drifting once more to Rowan. He gave me the smallest nod. I knew, whatever happened next, I wasn’t backing down. I straightened, my voice firm. “There’s something I need to tell all of you,” I said, letting the silence settle. “For the past year, I’ve been writing a magazine—an anonymous platform for women like me, women who’ve been bullied, insulted, or made to feel less than they are. It’s called Curves & Courage. Every story, every column, every article about confidence, strength, and beauty beyond society’s standard—I wrote it. I wanted plus-size women to know they’re not invisible, that their voice

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.

PLAYLIST: KINDLY DROP YOUR PLAYLIST HERE Some people are generic. They make generic responses, and they expect generic answers. They live inside a box, and they think people who don't fit into their box are weird. But I'll tell you what, and generic people are the odd people. They are like genetically-manipulated plants growing inside a laboratory, like indistinguishable faces, like droids. Like ignorance. ― C. JoyBell C. GISELLA I arrived at a giant skyscraper, written on it -BARONE PUBLISHING COMPANY-! I entered and was directed to the chief publisher's office by a woman at the front desk of the entrance.

she asked after she hugged Kaia, “can I have a copy of your new book now? And help me pick a dress for tomorrow please?” Kaia excitedly led her to her room and opened her closet. Her grandmother smiled as she began to grab her dresses, she tried one on and showed it to her grandma. “Do I look like a writer now grandma?” her grandma went to her and led her to the mirror, “you see my dear Kaia, being a writer isn’t about clothes, it’s about putting your heart in your works.” Then she led Kaia to her workroom, Kaia was amazed on what’s inside. They weren’t allowed in here because her parents are afraid, they might destroy something.

“When I was sixteen, I… died.” “What…?” I tensed up, wondering if I was really hearing this right. “When one is brought back from the dead by Selene, they are marked upon their back with a double crescent moon. This gives them an ultimate authority with the title Saintess,” she said. “But it is a piece of a God that allows the person to return to the living. The original children manifested with abilities upon their revival and, like them, this same process was applied to myself. One of the lost pieces Thea had reclaimed was then bestowed upon me during my restoration. The mark itself amplifies whatever latent ability is inside, making it so I could not age.”

Everyone laughs as she starts walking toward me in anger. "You're going to pay for that." Cressida swirls her hands around and creates a giant ball of silver with spikes sticking out of it. She holds it up to throw when suddenly the ground starts to shake. I look around and can't believe what I'm seeing. Davina has made herself a giant. She's at least twenty feet tall.

The beauty of Camp Gigant was nowhere near Islandia but it was beautiful much more than any place on earth. This wasn’t what she expected in the least, giant were supposed to be dirty and tattered creatures at least that was what the books made them out to be. There were a lot of tall trees, with different kinds of fruits. The flowers were in a variety of colours and shapes and were scattered neatly about. It just looked like a wide expanse of land, there were no buildings or tents or wood houses in view. It was like everyone just seemed to live outside. They were a lot of giants around, male and female, save for the animal skin wrap around their waist, they wore nothing else. The women had

she said. I looked at her, surprised etched across my face. “I will be organising a charity gala soon. Your company can join, that would restore your name and the faith people once had in you.” I laughed softly. “That’s a really kind offer, Miss Sasha, but as it stands, I think I’m the one who needs charity more” I hated how pathetic I sounded, but it was the bitter truth. “Oh… I understand, but that’s not a problem,” she said gently.