Make Your Own Book Novels & Stories

Dad did not know the vent had been broken for years. I wanted to tell him, but as soon as I opened my mouth, a clump of bloody foam choked me. My temples throbbed. My brain began to starve for air. I opened my mouth like a fish thrown onto dry land, desperately trying to breathe. To get air, I clawed at my own throat. My nails dug into my skin, leaving deep red marks. In the end, my face swelled purple, and my awareness faded. ... At dawn, Megan ran over with tear tracks still on her face.

When Midnight was a hit, the publisher wanted to make it a book series. Mad just beamed into a full-blown smile and said with enthusiasm, “That’s even better.” “Anyway, how can I help you?” Emma asked. “Oh, look at this?” Mad checked out a handmade leather bangle. “My niece made them,” Emma said. “It can be personalized with engraving if you want.” “This is so nice. What a talented niece you have, Emma.” While they were chatting, I brought two of my books to the corner and signed them. Then I grabbed a new release book from one of my favorite authors. I placed my books back, hoping I could put a smile to whomever buy them.

The news filled me with cautious hope. I went back to the ward, kissed Mum goodbye, and promised I’d return tomorrow. She protested as usual, but it was futile. I would be here — no matter what. On my way back, I spotted a small roadside thrift book stall. The colorful covers drew me in. As I browsed through the shelves, bumping gently into other customers, a green book caught my eye. The cover was filled with beautiful pastries. Bake Like a Pro: A Beginner’s Guide to Making Homemade Specials. I flipped through the pages, scanning the headings. It looked solid. I counted a few bucks and handed them to the old trader.

I wrote it three times in three different ways, until the words stopped looking like words and started looking like a door. It took four months. I did not send it to a publisher. I did not want a launch or a tour or a quiet bestseller. I wanted it to be mine and theirs, nothing between. A young man in a copy shop in town helped me with the file. He kept glancing at the title page, and finally, shyly, asked if the book was real. "It is real," I said. "It is beautiful." "Thank you." "Who is it for?" "Everyone who is coming," I said.

"You remember that?" "I remember everything about you." My heart skipped. I shook my head. But I meant publishing my own books." "Then why not do both?" I stared at him. "What?" "We could build one together." "You can work with writers, help develop manuscripts, publish books. And eventually, you can publish your own." I couldn't help staring at him. "You're crazy." "Probably." I slapped his chest lightly. "You're seriously crazy." He caught my hand before I could pull it away.

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he shook his head. “Okay. Well, have you ever tried to get something published? Submitted it to a contest? Or tried self-publishing? There are so many options. Amazon publishes tons of books for self-publishing authors. And there are other apps out there where people pay per chapter to read stories.” I leaned forward more, finding myself excited about this. “And you didn’t answer my question if I can read your writings.” I pointed out.

“I do. What’s your next question?” She checked. “Do you get the Arrow?” “Since I don’t know what that is, it seems safe to assume I don’t.” “It’s the Book of Making You Feel Bad About Yourself. You know, the Spring Well magazine? It’s full of stories about people who are living amazing lives and achieving amazing things while you’re sitting around in your pants playing games.” she paused. “I guess you don’t do that, what with being a billionaire and everything.” “I don’t, no.”

I said. "That would be all you can go, before that here," he handed me a book. The title of the book was, 'Glow," it seems he wrote it himself. "You wrote this book yourself?" I asked. "Yes I did, it is not complete though, I wrote as much as I could write when I had encounters with you. You keep writing your diary, the world should know of your tales even long after you are gone," he said. "Let it go, the grudge the hatred, the quest for power, let it go and you would be happy, think of it," I said and vanished back to Iceland.