Make A Story Novels & Stories

- He made a good excuse. The night passed slowly, while the two took several glasses of wine, laughed, danced, talked about random subjects of their lives. The night has become something light and fun for both. Andy’s case was forgotten and ceased to be something important for a moment, the only thing that mattered was the connection that was being born between Petter and John.

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Go оutѕіdе. Thаt’ѕ іt! I mау not bе аblе to gо оutѕіdе, but I саn make ѕоmеthіng. Words аrе mу аrt. I pull over the laptop, аnd settle mуѕеlf іn thе сhаіr to start сrаftіng a ѕtоrу. It will рrоbаblу nеvеr make it tо аіr. Still, thеrе’ѕ a chance іt could end uр оn thе KCRG website.

"What are you doing here? How did you even know about this place?" "I'm a cop, remember?" "Still, it's dangerous for you to be here." "What are you doing here? What do you do? Or, do you wanna tell me you've been locked in here for years doing nothing?" "I work with a scientist. We're making a virus." He confessed. "A virus?" "Yeah, he made one ten years ago and the boss sold it. This one will be made and then spread through New York and eventually, the world. Then, we'll present the cure for a price."

“You scared the poor boy, dude.” That was the first response he got from Damien Lau after he finished telling the whole story. The doctor visited him today, and he served some mineral waters to him. He was just a bachelor who didn’t really care about food at home and only had mineral waters with him. Despite being a bad host, the painter still dared to pour his heart out by telling the story that bothered him since yesterday. Yeah, he had told his friend about his ‘experience’ with his student yesterday.

At first, I found it funny—how could a grown adult get stuck under a bed? But after gently trying to move, I found that the more I struggled, the tighter I was stuck. My arm was pressed under my body, and I could not use any strength at all. I immediately took out my phone and called Shen Zeyan, but he was in an important high-level project meeting. The call was hung up, and he only sent a short message: In a meeting. Contact you later.

Go оutѕіdе. Thаt’ѕ іt! I mау not bе аblе to gо оutѕіdе, but I саn make ѕоmеthіng. Words аrе mу аrt. I pull over the laptop, аnd settle mуѕеlf іn thе сhаіr to start сrаftіng a ѕtоrу. It will рrоbаblу nеvеr make it tо аіr. Still, thеrе’ѕ a chance іt could end uр оn thе KCRG website.

That would involve a lot of thinking. "So what would happen to the current story I am updating?" "You can make the story a meta fiction. You can write about your life story and about your characters at the same time. You can easily make it a two in one story." "Easily? So what do you want me to write about myself? My life isn't even all that interesting. Shall I just formulate some sappy romance story for myself involving some hot jerk of a guy? Look, this does not even look too possible." I huffed, uneasy and uncertain about everything.

"I mean, I'm just a maid's daughter. How could I possibly have the power or connections to send those guys after her?" Even as she laid it all out in front of him, Matteo still didn't believe her. Evelyn was exhausted. She took a deep breath and gave up. "If you don't believe me, then let's cut to the chase. What do you want me to do?" Matteo pinched the bridge of his nose. "Apologize, Eve. If you've done something wrong, you should say sorry." Before Evelyn could respond, Rebecca, who had been sitting there looking pitiful, suddenly spoke up. "Forget the apology. If you really feel bad, then just drink all this alcohol."

Might have been worse than my childhood! Walking past the group, I walk into the kitchen and make myself an expresso. "Okay, what is going to be my story?" I silently pray to God that he gives me something that would be not only believable, but also something that won't ruin the perfectly crafted story that I have tried to make of my life. The life that I would have if I had a choice over what I do.