I Write Like Novels & Stories

It was nice to be able to convey which I always just in mind. Hope you like the story! Happy reading! Signing off, CrazyMe016

Chad said he will tell me everything, all he needs is my patience and trust. "You don't know?" Iris was surprised. "I can understand, he has PTSD, considering his past. But what else?" "He also has IED... It is Intermittent explosive disorder involves repeated, sudden episodes of impulsive, aggressive, violent behaviour or angry verbal outbursts...... I can feel from his eyes....he is a good man. He is taking help for this." Iris explained.

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I made out with the second hottest bachelor at Standford Highschool. Our high school is like a shark tank. A shark tank full of minnows. I hate being a struggling minnow in that tank. I am Nemo. My gimpy fin will show any time it wishes. Like him, I always struggled to swim. At least Nemo is brave.

It was really a great pleasure to share this story with you, I wrote it with pleasure, I sometimes wrote crying as I sometimes wrote smiling, know that when I write I go there to background just to make you happy. Goodbye THANK YOU

“I’m done having lunch with Mr. Anonymous. You want to tell me something? Say it now. Over the phone. Like normal people.” There was a pause on the line—short, but heavy. Then, quietly: “I’m a writer.” I blinked. “A writer,” I repeated slowly, more to myself than to him. “As in... books?” “No,” he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice, even though he sounded nervous. “Well—sometimes. But mostly I write stories for brands. People. Companies. I help them find their voice. Sometimes under my name. Sometimes not. Depends.”

I scrolled to his bio. Hi I’m Gabe! I like long walks on the Miami beaches, Pina Coladas and getting caught in the rain. My temples tensed subconsciously at first and then with an irritated squint. No wonder he had picked my bio- we were practically twins. Does he really think this works, I thought. Attractive guys can be so naïve. This bio is going to work well in his future blog post. I had almost stopped reading at the end of the sentence but something drew my eyes to the rest of his bio.

I explained. "It’s none of my business! You are the author, moron!" Alfi exclaimed. "Oh yeah, you got a point there," I replied. I get my glass beside me and have a drink. I see the ceiling while flooring the treadle. Yes, my working desk is an old traditional sewing machine. "That’s right, I write as I want without thinking the consequences ahead. I don’t care if the story won’t get published in my world. I can just publish it on the Internet like this. I don’t write for money, but I do it because I love it." I explained.

I scrolled to his bio. Hi I’m Gabe! I like long walks on the Miami beaches, Pina Coladas and getting caught in the rain. My temples tensed subconsciously at first and then with an irritated squint. No wonder he had picked my bio- we were practically twins. Does he really think this works, I thought. Attractive guys can be so naïve. This bio is going to work well in his future blog post. I had almost stopped reading at the end of the sentence but something drew my eyes to the rest of his bio.

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