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she asked, in a much softer tone. "I suppose it was the easiest way to express what I was thinking and feeling. I always had a hard time opening up and sharing with people, but I could express this way. It started with journals and writing little poems and it turned into developing short stories and then full-length novels," I answered, surprised at how well the words flowed out of me. "That’s excellent and very motivating. What would you say to others who want to write?" "Keep at it and keep submitting to places. Also never lose the joy of writing for yourself."

I consoled him and gave him some water. “She locked me up in the store room” “WHAT? IN THE STOOR ROOM? HOW DID YOU COME HERE! Tell me everything.” I questioned. “I was locked inside since morning and when she opened me up, I ran and hid here. She warned me that she’ll lock me again if I told this to anyone.” I stood up and as I went forward Zac held my leg and started to cry. “Please don’t go. I don’t want to get locked please.”

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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.

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They will be happy to be your safe place. I started to write poems and stories when I was eight; being very shy as a kid I used to write a lot. Writing down my feelings gave me happiness. My diary was my very first friend, one who would never judge me but will always be there to listen when I pour my heart out. A very wise woman once told me that, there would be times when I may feel very lonely between people and won't be able to figure what I want. At these times, I'd find home in my words, in my writings. When everything around me gets darker and the reality starts to bite, I tend to write stories and create characters and weave a beautiful, happy story with my words. I'd give it a happy

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I left the bathroom, pursing my lips in a bid to ensure the lipgloss touched all the presumed places. “You going somewhere?” Marlowe raised an eyebrow inquisitively as he kissed me briefly. “Yeah, the cafe. I need to write. The writers conference gave me the motivation I was lacking.” He grinned as he squeezed my hand. “Well, it's lunch hour for me. I'll take Fabian to the emperor's restaurant and I'll give him a tour around the city later on as well. Have fun.” A few minutes later, I left the house, sweating profusely.

As long as my third move was executed perfectly, getting Conrad out of the picture wouldn't be hard. I had been preparing everything as planned. I had long talks with my father and strategized with Horace. Things at the Reeses' residence were business as usual. Conrad went to work and came home, while Kelly continued her endless crying. A month passed quickly. One night, as darkness fell, I sent Conrad a message. [Meet me at Serenity Park in the West End at midnight.]

This journey of writing has been a voyage of self-discovery, where I have learned as much about myself as I have about the craft of storytelling. I believe that stories are the threads that weave our shared human experience. They have the power to transcend cultural, geographical, and temporal boundaries, reminding us of our common humanity. Whether through the written word, oral tradition, or digital mediums, stories connect us, inspire us, and challenge us to grow. It is my hope that my words will find a resonance with readers, that they will evoke emotions, provoke thoughts, and spark conversations.