Pitching Stories Novels & Stories

ONLY good stories can get you exclusive contracts, nothing else. ONLY good stories can get you a high profit, nothing else. ---- (asked like a dozen times today, so updated this question here. 20230915

The above sentences are the thoughts of the author about what he thinks, but it is my duty to tell all the things he has in his mind. The space science and the beginning of the human era, why I always talk about the past, why I'm interested in the dead stories, why I tell a tale of another time, why I don't like the present and, also why I'm not narrating about those dumbasses who were about to close the mysterious case of random killing by an unidentified criminal (creature)? You might have so many questions and confusions about the fact that I puzzle a simple story in what we call a Riddle…? But you can still believe in me that I'll give you a gift tomorrow.

His hands venture over her curved body, exploring. They pull apart and open their eyes. They stare at each other, deep into each other's eyes. Hussaini's full of wonder and love, Nafisa's full of curiosity and passion. No words are spoken but a story worthy of them is communicated. He leans in a softly kisses up and down her neck. She lets out little whimpers of anticipation. He works his way back to her tender, smooth lips. As they kiss she rolls him over and lies on top of his strong, muscular body.

“You scared the poor boy, dude.” That was the first response he got from Damien Lau after he finished telling the whole story. The doctor visited him today, and he served some mineral waters to him. He was just a bachelor who didn’t really care about food at home and only had mineral waters with him. Despite being a bad host, the painter still dared to pour his heart out by telling the story that bothered him since yesterday. Yeah, he had told his friend about his ‘experience’ with his student yesterday.

Chase said. “I’m asking a professional question.” “You shouldn’t waste your time talking to a backstabbing bitch.” “Chase.” My voice came out sharp and level in equal measure. “I can answer for myself.” He stopped. Brittany watched me with the focused, patient expression of someone who already knew the ending and was curious about the journey. “I’ve pitched to three editors at The Athletic,” I said. “One at ESPN. Two freelance pieces for TSN digital that went through. Nothing regular yet.” I picked up my chopsticks. “I’m building the portfolio.”

"Like they don't fully sense you coming?" "Sadly, yes." "Wow!" She seemed fascinated, but I wanted to change the subject. "I feel a little behind, being totally new. Can you give me an idea of what stories you're working on? I'd like to know if my pitch is in the ballpark." "Uh," Stan said with his mouth full of some sort of oatmeal cereal. "Don't go crazy, whatever you do." "What do you mean?" "Newbies. They tend to come in and go all gung-ho, all guns firing, really aiming for it..."

My heart is beating very wildly as he is sitting very close to me now. "You go first!" I whispered. "Okay." "I sing so well. I play the guitar. I have never been in love." "Which one is the lie?" "you play the guitar." "Aww. You are wrong." "Ohh. So which one is the lie?" "I have never been in love." He said. "I have actually been in love. It ended in tears sha. Hot, premium tears." He added. I couldn't help but laugh. "Do you mind talking about it? I'm sorry for laughing though."