Motivational Short Stories Novels & Stories

“I believe in you but what’s important is do you believe in yourself?” “I do.” “That’s what matters. As long as you believe in yourself, everyone’s opinions don’t matter.” “Do you think so?” “I know so.” “I have written a lot of short stories which i haven’t shown to anyone.” “Really?” “Yes.” “I would love to read them.” “I’m excited about the new story i thought of.” “What is it about?” “It’s about the most notorious crime family in Zambia.” “That sounds interesting.” “I don’t know where the idea came from but each and every day, it grows stronger,” Ludo smiled.

It’s just a downtown contest. I motivate myself and before I know it my hands are already dancing around my keypad. One word, two and suddenly I lose touch of reality and delve into my world of fiction. *** The bus suddenly stops and I realize that I have an actual concept in two hours. If only I can be as motivated as this for my actual book. I send the story to Drew who relies with a thumbs up sticker immediately. I get down from the bus and try to find Larry’s house. If only takes me a few minutes before I get to the small secluded place.

Suit pouted childishly at Anderson, and continued, “Do we have a deal, Mr. Anderson?” Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive ten stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation.

Each story was a testament to the resilience of the human spirit and the power of embracing change. Andrea shared her journey of leaving behind a stable job to follow her passion for social impact. She talked about the initial doubts and fears that plagued her mind but how, in the face of adversity, she found the strength to forge ahead. She spoke of the fulfillment she experienced when she witnessed the positive impact her work had on individuals and communities.

Thank you to that one comment which said they liked this story and that motivated me to continue. Thanks <3

While I was in the cab I opened the motivation note book my dad gave me and started reading. I can tell he put lot of work in to writing them because they were characterized in to motivations for the right time. There were some motivations for when I was sick of work, motivations for when I get sleepy, motivations for when I feel like I messed up, motivation for when I am angry and motivations for when I get scared. But on the last page it said “You are the best thing that happened to me and I hope you don’t get in a situation where you have to read the motivations. Love dad!” He has never been much of a motivator but I can tell he wrote it from his heart. On my way for my first day, MC call

Maya My life had been nothing short of a nightmare. Every time I thought I’d hit rock bottom, life found another way to drag me deeper. Losing my mom had left a wound I wasn’t sure would ever heal, and just when I thought I couldn’t take more pain, my boss decided to give me an option: either I spread my legs for him… or lose my job. It sounded unreal but it was my reality.

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

They told mе tо keep mу mouth shut and not tо say аnуthing tо you аbоut it. I wаѕ еxhаuѕtеd аnd mу hеаd wаѕ swimming аgаin and I guеѕѕ that's whеn thеу called уоu.' She said, and I was instantly turned on by her story. Fuck.

This was going to be one crazy story to tell one day. We made it back to the motel I rented for the day. With Isabella’s help, I took a long shower to help myself think. I couldn’t believe I was going to make one of the biggest mistakes of my life. I was still scared with my life on the line, but I refused to let that stand in my way. I will not doubt myself ever again. I am strong, and I can do this. I only have thirteen weeks to go. Thirteen weeks to regain my strength. Besides, I have a mate to meet. The thought made me smile.