I Write Like Novels & Stories

"I wish I could be like you." After all of my thinking, that's what I came up with. It wasn't much, but it's a start. I don't mean to come across as weak and rudderless, which I have been for a while, but the reality is I have no role models. No one that I could really look up to and aspire to be like.

Remember the message I type in each letter slowly, my expression unreadable even to myself as my fingers moved against the keyboard the sharp clacking sound filling the room. “𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙮𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙢”

I write because I'm good friends with words, Long since my childhood they have been with me through all my thick and thin. Through my summers and my winters, through my spring and my autumns Not that the others are strangers, Neither the canvases betrayed me Nor that the lenses left my side... But still , they are not more than acquaintances. I write... I write because I feel as a whole My words make me complete. They stand for me , they talk for me.

Because monsters like me did not flinch at screams anymore. ** follow me on i,n,s,t,a,g,r,a,m: authormiragreen

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I write for myself. Not because it is expected of me but because it fulfills my desire for drama. The more I process Sikandar’s perspective, the more sense it makes. I may have started writing because I was programmed to but after my awakening, it was my choice to continue. It was my choice to put Sikandar through various dramatic scenarios. I write not to please you, dear readers, but because I want to.

"You're really good, Red. But..." "It's sad, right?" Red said, continuing his words. "Do you know what it means?" He shake his head. "It's when you like someone but he doesn't like you back. That's why it's sad." Red suddenly laid on his shoulder making him flinch. "I honestly don't think I can ever finish that song. And if I did, I'll probably die from sadness." "Red, what are you-" "You're this close to me and yet you're so far." He whispered as he traced his chin through his finger. "I really hate sadness but you are the reason why I'm sad so I don't really mind it." He then moved away and fixed his guitar.

" He is very intuitive and always understands me. Sometimes I think I don't deserve his friendship because what can I give him in return. "Come on, Isaac, move, the studio is around the corner." "I'm coming," I continue walking clumsily. Writing is the only thing I really like; I've always loved it since I was a child. It helps me organize my thoughts that would otherwise be scattered in my head. It gave me a sense of inner peace. We decide to submit our project, hoping it will be accepted. "All right, guys, you'll have the answer in a few days." I look at Jimmy excited; this really makes me happy. On the way home, we stopped at a pizzer

"Whatever. Enjoy your bed and your stupid room.! With exaggerated stomps, I marched toward the door like a toddler denied candy. WHAT DO YOU GUYS THINK OF MY WRITING?

Hello guys! How are you today? I just wanted to say thanks to everyone. I'm here as your BL writer. I still have much to learn as an writer. I hope you guys like my story. This my first being here. I hope you guy's are support me until the end. Before anything else, let me give you a hint. I'm writing differently from others. I'm still learning tho and I write my novel the way I love to. [ ]- when this symbol appears it means the first person thinking or talking himself alone.