Self Written Novels & Stories

He nodded, seeming to understand what I was saying. “I also write code,” I said quietly. “What?” Carson asked, not hearing what I had said. “I write code. Nobody knows that. I have kept that my deep, dark secret. I have not made money off my efforts yet, but that is a big part of my plans when I get out on my own. I have customers lining up wanting my services, thanks to my IT teacher,” I shared.

" I took a deep breath and heaved a sigh. He was looking at me with some kind of resolution in his eyes; like he was hell bent on convincing me yet pissed off at the same time that I was not buying it. He clenched and unclenched his jaws and did the same for this fists to as he groped the steering wheel in one hand. "You don't have to give your self that kind of stupid storyline. You can simply write your autobiography. How about your legs? Huh? Write about them. Can't you? I've known you for a while now and I know you are not shy or insecure about sharing your story because you have bene doing just that on your Instagram posts for a while. You can simply just write about your legs and inspi

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My fiancée and my best friend were the top partners at a multi-million-dollar law firm, while I was just the guy handling the administrative work. In the courtroom, they were in perfect sync, trading fierce legal arguments and sharing an effortless dynamic. In their personal lives, they casually flirted through law jokes that only the two of them understood. I could never get a word in, edge-wise. Every time they laughed, I offered a painfully awkward smile. Even at my mother's funeral, nothing changed. They chatted merrily in front of her coffin, eventually breaking into audible laughter. “Clara, can you greet the guests?” I called out to her. I was the only child in the family, and a

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Why bother when I can drink straight from the bottle? My attention scrapes over my desk. Idly, I flip open my notebooks. My eyes glaze over the words I've written inside. The letters and numbers are perfectly formed in crisp ink, but my vision can't make sense of any of it. Doesn't matter, I tell myself sourly. Nothing in here can help. Katerina believes I'm her enemy ... None of this can change a thing! Curling my upper lip, I slap the paperwork off my desk. It scatters all over the floor.

It was [Appreciative Book] 00"...Respected teacher... classmates, today I write this review book in a remorseful mood to show you that I have done something wrong in the bad behavior at the school gate, and I have made a deep mistake as well as a determination that I will never make again..." 00Her voice was getting more and more shaky, and it was almost hoarse when she read the last part. 00"So I think it is necessary to make such a written self-criticism to let me deeply reflect on my own mistakes..."

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“We… we weren’t fair to you. I know that now. Come home. We’ll celebrate your birthday properly this time.” I went still. They found it. Not the notebook, but what it meant. The record of everything I never said out loud. All the moments they ignored. All the wounds they couldn’t see—or didn’t want to. Too late. “I don’t like birthdays,” I said calmly. There was a long pause on the other end. A silence that sounded more like guilt than love. She asked again. “At least… come home.” I looked around my small dorm room. The scent of coffee clung to my worn blanket. My boots were muddy from the last field run. A dog-eared book rested beside my pillow. All mine. This was peace. This was mine. “I a