Person Writing Novels & Stories

From the park, he could see the whole façade of the city hall and it would be fantastic if he got this marvelous photo to go with his informative article. He pressed the button when he was satisfied with his setting. Then, he liked to sit down for a while and so, he looked for a nice spot and found a place on the ladder of the pillar. He readily sat down on it, visualizing the article he was going to write. He knew that it was quite enjoyable to be a freelance writer but he felt a little bit worried that what if he was running out of ideas one day.

And then we both went back to our own cubicles. Instead of stressing myself over something that I have no control of, I started writing again. Continuing the first draft that I made yesterday. I just hope that the company will consider publishing what I'm currently writing about. It's one of the many social issues that I want people to be knowledgeable enough or be aware of. Might be sensitive for others, but I'm going for it. There's one person that inspired me to write it. And it's the man Heide Delcour is still clinging to right now.

‘‘Slow down, it’s just a question, why are you so nervous,’’ he asked. ‘‘I am not nervous; I am trying to….’’ ‘‘Okay,’’ ‘‘ I like sleeping, its my first hobby and the only thing I do on my free time, I would also like to write poems and novels, with a pseudo name because I am sure no one will read if it is written by Perez, and I want just that, I try to write poems when I’m free and sometime back, I used to draw too,’’ I explained. No one had ever given me a platform to express my views and opinions so candidly, no one listens to what I say, or reads between the lines and beyond the lines of my words.

The specific sound of someone writing with the particular focus of a person who has found something they did not know they had this much to say about and is saying it while the saying is available. At some point I went to bed. I lay in the dark and I thought about the kitchen table and the pen and the paper and the man who had once told me he was not built for words and had spent the past year proving that was not entirely true. Who had written vows he did not rehearse. Who had written eleven words that forty thousand people had shared. Who was currently writing a letter to a baby who would not be able to read it for years. He came in later.

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The girl at the center of the storm, still moaning for more. Please be nice to me — I write this for fun and just go with whatever comes to mind. I’m not a professional writer, and I’m not planning to be. I just enjoy writing, especially slow pacing and dragging things out. Sometimes I confuse the reader by not explaining whether it’s the past, present, or current timeline. So, read at your own risk!

The sun was dipping low, soft orange light falling over the grass. “I found your library,” I said, watching his expression. He didn’t look surprised. “Yeah?”He said. I nodded. “You write well,”I said. He looked at me for a moment. “I don’t write for people.”He replies. “I know,” I said. “But I’m not a person. I’m here,”I said. He looked away. “Yeah. You are.”He said. “Do you think people like us can ever learn how to be... okay?” I asked quietly.

I wanted to take a moment to let everyone know I am so sorry that I haven't updated at all. I have been dealing with a lot in my personal life that has kept me from writing. I want you to all know that I am trying my best and will endeavor to write more. I am sorry for letting you down in my writing as of late. I can't wait to be in a place that I can write more freely, but I am not there as of right now. I hope you are all having a great life and that you continue to enjoy reading. ~A*i~

I wanted to take a moment to let everyone know I am so sorry that I haven't updated at all. I have been dealing with a lot in my personal life that has kept me from writing. I want you to all know that I am trying my best and will endeavor to write more. I am sorry for letting you down in my writing as of late. I can't wait to be in a place that I can write more freely, but I am not there as of right now. I hope you are all having a great life and that you continue to enjoy reading. ~A*i~

Dear Readers, First of all, let me extend my deepest gratitude to each and every one of you who has taken the time to read my work. As a new writer stepping into this vast and sometimes intimidating world of storytelling, I cannot express enough how much your presence means to me. Every view, every comment, every review, and every little gesture of support is like a spark that keeps my creative fire burning. Writing is not just about putting words on paper—it is about sharing pieces of my heart, my imagination, and my dreams with you. And knowing that someone out there is reading, enjoying, and connecting with my stories makes all the effort worthwhile.