Novel & Cerita Self Written

He found it okay to live like that. But for the first time in his life, he saw that he had done useless things, destroyed himself, but regretted it for nothing. He lay sprawled out on the undulating stone path with grass growing everywhere, hiding his head under the shade of a tree, avoiding the sunlight, watching the clouds fly by slowly. At first, he felt awkward and unfamiliar, afraid of getting dirty by the soil. Some minutes later, he got used to the scent of flowers and earth. The space was quiet, he could start work at any time, but he didn't have any interest or motivation to start, so he gave up.

Conrad barked in the yard, "Shirley, I think you've gone insane! I'm here trying to warn you—Horace is just a useless man! If you know what's good for you, you'd better find a way to break off the engagement. Otherwise, you'll regret it!" I couldn't be bothered to raise an eyebrow at him. I just slowly opened my WhatsApp. [When do we make the next move?] My current teammate was clearly more proactive than the one outside. I typed, [No rush. Let's watch the show unfold.]

I wrote it myself. Not a draft for Victoria to refine. Not a framework for Marcus to build from. I sat at my desk on a Saturday morning with Mia at the kitchen table drawing something she had described as a map of the world but which contained several geographical features that did not appear on any atlas I had consulted, and I wrote the statement in one sitting in the specific uninterrupted way I wrote things that needed to come from the center of me rather than from the part of me that managed how the center was presented.

About a four-year-old named June in Denver saying yay. I wrote until the coffee went cold. Then I closed the journal. I sat in the quiet of my apartment. My apartment — the deed in my name, the lease signed by my hand, every object in every room chosen by me for reasons that had nothing to do with performance or management or the careful maintenance of someone else's image. My phone buzzed. A text from Kai. Just three words, in his characteristic economy: Heard you won. I smiled. I typed back: We won. There's a difference.

in all caps. Then, slowly, carefully, I drafted my own terms. I wasn’t a lawyer, but damn, when I finished, I was proud. I read it again, just to be sure. Then I picked up my phone and typed: We need to talk. Tomorrow. Rich boy. Send.

My I*******m is @prof_israel 2021 My nickname is Prof Israel. Don't forget to drop your comments, most especially what you anticipate for the sequel. I drop my pen here. I AM NOTHING BUT A PENCIL IN THE HAND OF THE CREATOR. LOVE YOU ALL.

she smiled. Aiys just doesn't want her mom and dad to think about Aiys. Aiys always tries to be enthusiastic and accepts her destiny. Aiys immediately filled in her cellphone data, since this afternoon her cellphone was dead and forgot to bring a charger or powerbank. While waiting for her cellphone to charge, Aiys cleaned herself and arranged the things she bought with Keysa earlier. The focal point of Aiys' eyes is on her diary, or rather a collection of poems, short stories, and quotes that Aiys wrote herself. Aiys really likes to write, since kindergarten until now, Aiys often participates in writing events. Aiys noble wrote the strands of his heart, Crawling..stepping

’ 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.

Then: "That's what the notes should say." "I wrote it on the way home." "The intention is on the ground?" Daniel looked up from where he was removing his site boots by the door. "I sent it to you?" "You sent it to both of us," Adrian said. "The send-to-self address includes me. You added me six months ago." Daniel considered this. He had no memory of doing it, which meant he had done it without deliberation, which meant something about the organisation of the interior at the time — what had felt natural, what had felt like sending something to himself, who the audience was when he was keeping a record.

I have to remove such comments because it's really devastate my mentality. Why my English is bad? Because I've never been to school like you all. I self taught or self study myself in the house. So you see why I'm not good at English. Please I'm really trying to edit the story. I love my readers and their opinions matters to me most. Love you all ( heart broken 💔💔)