How To Begin A Novels & Stories

“Perhaps, I can get something that can help me woo Samantha.” “Hmm.. where should I begin?”

(Translation: Daily? "Haan roz thoda-thoda. Hum asaan cheezon se shuru karenge. Kaise khade rahen. Apna balance kaise banae rakhen. Agar koi aapki kalai pakad le to kaise bachen. Bina ghabraye khud ko kaise bachaen." She listened with growing interest. (Translation: Yes, a little bit every day. We'll start with the basics: how to stand, how to maintain your balance, how to break free if someone grabs your wrist, and how to protect yourself without panicking.)

And that’s how you start again. Not with a clean break. But with an honest one.

Right after I finished moving, Tanner called and invited me to work at his company as an assistant. I accepted his offer, as I needed to learn and adapt to a new environment. I started the job one week later. Tanner's company had around 300 employees. I was responsible for assisting with contracts. During the training phase, I had a meager salary of 4,000 dollars. While it wasn't even enough for me to buy a pair of my shoes, it was money I earned myself. Five months later, Tanner asked me if I wanted to resume being a lawyer.

--- --- And as they sat there— --- In the quiet of a moment that didn’t need to prove itself— --- Elena realized something. --- --- This wasn’t the middle of something uncertain. --- --- This wasn’t something fragile. --- --- This was the beginning. --- --- Not loud. --- --- Not dramatic. --- --- But intentional. --- --- And sometimes— --- That’s exactly how the best stories start. --- --- Not with chaos. --- --- Not with intensity. --- --- But with two people— --- --- Choosing each other. --- --- Gently. --- --- Consistently. --- ---

I stared absentmindedly at the white page for a few seconds, wondering how the fuck I was going to start and what exactly I was going to start with. Hours ago, when I decided that I was going to submit an email to my professors, I had expected that it was going to be easy. But now that I was actually sitting down in front of the screen, I had nothing in my head to put down. My head was blank. I had no idea how to start or what to even say. Should I tell them about how I was kidnapped and how I now live in Italy and would be getting married to a mafia don’s son? My head dropped to the back. Definitely not it.

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It’s about taking back my power — publicly, irrevocably. I pull my knees closer, straighten my posture, and let out a small sigh. “Okay,” I whisper, nodding once. “Let’s begin. Ask the first question.”

This was only the beginning. *************************************************

The first food in three days tasted like sawdust, like ash, like the memory of almost destroying everything. But also like life. Like existence. Like the miracle of still being here to taste anything at all. "I'll try," Beginning said finally. "I'll teach. But I'll teach doubt as much as understanding. Questions as much as answers. Humility as much as insight. I'll teach them to hold truth gently. To embrace understanding while remaining uncertain. To know while admitting they might not know." "When will you start?" Beginning looked at the community gathered in the distance, watching, waiting, uncertain. Frightened by how close they had come. Unsure what to believe now. Needing guidance but