November Writing Challenge Novels & Stories

PART TWO: Things That Go Bump April 2016 CHAPTER TEN The Upside Down Books When Brad glanced down at the lower right-hand corner of his computer screen, he was surprised to find it was a quarter to eleven p.m. He’d sat down to write at eight, planning to work for only an hour. He’d gotten caught up in the story, however, hitting a streak and riding the wave of inspiration. It felt good to be this motivated again after struggling for months.

I'm surprised Jake isn't pestering me, one single time during class. It's the first time this week that my whole attention is settled on what we are being taught right now. We are talking about the basics of a novel, and we are asked to write a short novel to whichever theme we want. Perhaps based on our own life experience or whatever we want, writing it throughout the whole period until Christmas break. Our works need to be handed in before that time. My thoughts are now already circling on the theme I could use. To be honest, I have no idea. There's so much I could but nothing I want to write about.

If I do write another novel I will make sure to complete it before posting it. This is my first novel and to get so much of love form so many people as made my day. Thank you a lot and have a nice day. 💜💜💜💜💜 I might be writing another book around December.....so if I do I will post it here ...🥰 *** UPDATE

They walked. The November issue was five months away. The trial was five months away. The garden was three streets away. And thirty-eight pages were waiting at a desk under a window for the person who had found, finally, enough space in her own life to write them.

Who she will spend her phone time with? Anica's POV I am here chilling at my hotel facing my laptop because I am currently writing my novel "Why do I hate being in love.". My publisher said that if I will be able to send my novel before the year ends, I might gain more attention since Readers are adding especially this time- Vacation time. I tried making my blurb and my plots as well, however, I can not find any good lines to match the plot. *ting* While typing I saw Janine's name, calling me.

November arrived with intention. Not the hesitant, apologetic November that sometimes crept in after a generous October, still wearing summer’s borrowed colors and pretending the cold wasn’t coming. This November meant business from the very first morning — hard frost on the garden beds, breath visible in the air before seven, the sky a low, serious gray that suggested it had important things to consider and would not be rushed.

Author's Note Hello, clarixians! How are you? I hope you're doing fine! Well, as for me, I have been so busy for almost each day of my life. As you know, I am currently writing stories, making scripts for our theater club on our campus. We will make it as a short film for the upcoming Halloween in November. That is why I will be busier as we will also begin the shooting.

At least that's what my therapist told me to do, and somehow, it's comforting. I drag the box out from under my bed and place it on the desk. The latest one I wrote is dated June 25th 2020, as written on the front page. Taking a deep breath, I tear out a blank sheet from a random book on my desk, picking up a pen along with it. I start to scribble on paper: Dear Loved One,

"Ah okay, just this one time, Mey." "Thank you!" I smiled. He gave me a brief nod and continued to explain our task, "At the end of the year, each of you shall complete a 30,000 words novella. We would make it a contest, and just like any competition, there shall be a winner. Our English teacher, Mr. Rodriguez, an editor from our local paper, and I would be the judge." Koltin seemed very interested. I watched him eagerly raise his hand before asking, "What do we get if we win?"

Cliques had been established already and I couldn't break in . At first, the other kids weren't always mean . They didn't call me names . They didn't bully me . It all started to get worse in the month of November when Ms. Adams , my teacher asked us to write about our favorite thing in the world . I wrote my favorite thing to be the ability to see the midnight black sky with the shinny stars . It was a whole three page essay mixed with lots of emotions but the other kids considered it nonsense . While the teacher read my essay to the class they laughed out loud pointing fingers at me .