Person Writing Novels & Stories

" I said then got up to serve a customer who just arrived. Peter left the bar to go watch a football match at the London cinema. There were few customers in the bar and I was tired of studying. Registration for the Senior Secondary School Examination I missed will commence in a month. From the cookies I have been selling at the bar, I was able to raise a quarter of the money. My mother would complete the rest and God knows I have been praying we have enough. I took out a pen from my notebook and resolved to writing. The parcel Dr. Amrah gave me as a birthday gift was a large Diary of almost a thousand pages and a dozen pen. I knew what it meant. She wanted me to keep writing. I brought the d

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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.

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Hi, Thank you so much for choosing my book. I hope that you like it. I want to say, that I am writing this for fun in my free time so if you wish to continue please be patient. I'm trying to write a chapter a day, but I also have school and work, so sometimes, I can't make it.

I thought of Ezra, standing at that podium two days ago, refusing to be rushed by anyone else's timeline. "All right," I said finally, closing the folder with a decisiveness that surprised even me. "Let's do it. But Grant, I want to write it myself. Every word. If this is going to be my story, in my own voice, I'm not handing it to anyone else to draft first." Something like real respect crossed Grant's face. "I'd expect nothing less." My phone buzzed against the table, and I glanced down instinctively, expecting Ezra, or Priya, or another rejection email arriving to compound the day.

"I remember things." "Such as?" "People's birthdays." "Important details." "What they like." "What they don't like." I wrote again. I pay attention to people. Damien nodded. "Another." I smiled faintly. "You aren't going to stop, are you?" "No." I thought for another moment. "I'm patient." "Definitely." I wrote it down. Then I stared at the three sentences. They looked strange. Not because they were untrue. Because I'd never written anything positive about myself before.

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.