Person Writing Novels & Stories

Writing styles differs from people to people just as the fingerprint of one man is always different from the fingerprint of another man. Presently, my room is silent. Still, instead of it giving me the air of confidence I need to write my daily account, it stares right back at me with a shady unrealistic darkness. "So, have I told you about a boy that I like and he really really likes me too. The problem is that he lives far away," Katy said to me this morning. Normally, I have already accepted that all humans in this world are selfish. Each, carrying their own selfish desires in their mind and not wanting anything to come against it but I can't go on like this, not with this obese thunder-s

“One day, you’ll read every word.” Noah glanced over from where he was chopping vegetables for dinner, his lips curving into that quiet, knowing smile that always seemed to steady me. “You’ve been working hard on this one,” he said. “I can see it in your face. It’s different from your other books, isn’t it?” I nodded slowly. “It is. It’s the most personal thing I’ve ever written. Sometimes it scares me, putting so much of myself into it.” “Then it’s worth writing,” Noah replied, his tone certain. “The stories that scare us are usually the ones that matter most.”

Hi! My name is Paola and I'm an aspiring writer. This book was written by the 16th-year-old me. I decided to upload it here on GoodNovel to see what reactions I could get from readers. I know that the story needs to work in grammar. I wanted to put it out there because gaining readers and seeing what people think of my craft is what inspires me to keep fighting to become a successful writer. This is what I want to be doing for the rest of my life, it is my passion. So, I hope you enjoy what've done so far and any suggestions are greatly appreciated.

I said, taking a deep breath before placing my journal on his desk. His eyes darted to the journal; confusion clear on his face. “What is this?” He asked, unmoving. “It’s my journal,” I told him. “Joseph had the idea a few months ago that I should start making my blog more personal. Writing about things that truly matter. I was trying too hard to make my blog a fiction platform, but that’s not what people want in a blog. They expect fantasy in books and stories, but they seek blogs out for relatable content and advice.”

The words flowed more easily than expected, filling page after page until my hand cramped and my eyes burned with fatigue. When I finally set the pen down, the sky outside my window was beginning to lighten with the first hint of dawn. It wasn't until I was about to close the journal that I noticed what Sam had written on the inside cover, her neat handwriting a stark contrast to my chaotic scrawl; {Some people write because they have something to say. Others write to find out what they have to say. I can't wait to discover which one you are. Happy birthday Shade!! - your Sunny }

’ Himanshu mumbles timidly. For more than half of my life, I have been a good storyteller. I like writing. I do. But I only scribble to let out my frustration. Those are random thoughts. Just like that...dripping with anger, agony, happiness, and desperation. I wrote because I was bored and did not want to let the whole country scrutinise it. I am sure my skills are way ahead of some stupid Luna out there. Hell Yeah! ‘Explain yourself.’ Sierra demands, folding her hands to her chest intimidatingly.

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WHO IS A WRITER[Wikipedia] A writer is a person who uses written words in different writing styles and techniques to communicate ideas. Writers produce different forms of literary art and creative writing such as novels, short stories, books, poetry, travelogues, plays, screenplays, teleplays, songs, and essays as well as other reports and news articles that may be of interest to the general public. Writers' texts are published across a wide range of media. Skilled writers who are able to use language to express ideas well, often contribute significantly to the cultural content of a society.

I laugh awkwardly. She joins me but hers is more of a me-too laugh. “Well, what is it that you write? Would you mind-” She tries to pick up a paper, but my hand catch her just in time before she touches and opens one. We lock gazes. Her eyes drops to our hands holding and gliding on each other’s skin. “It’s very personal. Besides most of them are just rants, so don’t have to be curious about it.” My voice is firm.

First, I read the file of yesterday's meeting well, prepared its summary . After this I picked up Criatian's personal file. I read all the information word by word.... In this file everything was written about ChristianThat, what a person he is. What he likes to eat, what he does not like to eat. What is his favorite color, What does he like to wear Where does it like to go? What kind of people like to talk. Where everything remains was written in this file.... Every small thing about Christian was written in this file...I mean everything in this file was written about him. After reading the file, it did not seem from anywhere that this file is being made for any professional work.