Person Writing Novels & Stories

The message was simple and honest: "Hello everyone, I’m Ella, and I am Opheliathescribe. Writing under this pseudonym has given me the courage to share my stories with the world. Now, it's time for me to step out of the shadows and embrace my identity. Thank you for all your support. Love, Ella." The response was immediate. My phone buzzed incessantly with notifications. People reposting what I had sent out. It was all immediately overwhelming. There were some people who were shock, others who didn’t believe and others who gave their support.

I remained quiet, took a glance at the laptop that I was holding before looking up at him. " But sir, I'm a fashionista and not a writer, I don't even have any writing experience besides I've never really written a poem before, I only read books and not write, although I do know someone who could be of help, I can just..." " I want you to do it,"

I am here because you are. Yours, Winnie, your author.

She was still participating though as we all got busy writing down stuff on our paper. I stare at Harry and he seemed pretty much serious in writing in his piece of paper. I wonder what he is writing about because he seems too focused on it. I focused on my blank piece of paper and tried to think what I can compose on it. I let the words fill my head and visualized in on the paper. America Pingries North Carolina, USA Dear Harrison Scott …..

Whoever he is, I want to talk to him personally. Who actually wrote this story? I am so curious, but I will find out sooner. His handwriting is also very neat and beautiful. You wouldn't think it was handwritten. He was very patient in writing with cheap pens and paper. And I am wordless about the quality of his novel. I was really impressed by the beauty of the content.

progressive-markdown_:is(p,blockquote,ul,ol,h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6)]:pr-8"> _*]:min-w-0 gap-3 standard-markdown"> Julia — First-Person POV I started writing it down in April. Not for publication — not for the foundation, not for any official record, not for the journalists who had started calling with increasing frequency as the Ashford Foundation's work began to generate its own momentum. For Eliot. A document that began with no particular structure and quickly revealed one anyway — the natural shape of a story that had been lived rather than constructed, with all the non-linearity that implied.

I would rather spend my time writing instead of chasing down theives. I appreciate all of you who have read this far and continue to support my writing journey! Thank You!!

Elara said. "After I describe what the difficulty meant. Before you speak to each other." He paused. "The passage is the bridge. From what I say about you to what you say to each other." "That's it," she said. "I know it's it." He opened the folder. "Ready." "Yes," we both said. He read it. He'd written it in the first person of a witness. Not the formal language of ceremony. Not poetry. Just clear honest prose, the way Daniel spoke when something mattered.

I had no idea what I was writing and I had deleted what I wrote last night. I was scrolling through my F******k when I remembered I hadn’t texted Alanna back. I still hadn’t heard back from Jake and it was almost 11 o’clock. Maybe I should text him and cancel. I wasn’t leaving the house today anyway. First I had to text Alanna back. ‘Thank you! Why did he say something?’ Why was it so hard to write about yourself? What was I suppose to put in it? I started to type what I was thinking. I began with my gran raising me, about my mom passing when I was young, my life growing up in Florida.

Your feedback not only helps me grow as a writer but also keeps me company during those long, solitary hours when it’s just me, my coffee, and my characters emotionally ruining each other. Thank you again for being here. I can’t wait to share more of this journey with you. ⊱⊶⊷⊶⊷⊰ With all my love, Jane Doe Writings. X O X O 💖