Novel & Cerita Short Stories With 100 Words

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"The writer expresses his writing in a long-winded way. In fact, why doesn't Farhan just say it right away if he loves Risa, and vice versa. I think with a plot like this, readers will feel bored with the story revolving in the same place. Ten years isn't a short time. If not in words, Farhan can do it in deeds. If it's neither, then we can conclude that Farhan doesn't love Risa." Hearing Cassandra's answer, Ms. Viona's face immediately turned red. "Okay, then all of you please make a short story of three sheets of paper. I want to see how good you are at crafting diction and narrating with a plot of your own." "Huuu!" The entire classroom shouted. Cassandra sat back in her seat. She cast he

In the cafeteria, Dexter opened our chat with a strange, distracted look on his face. "Did you get to the hotel? Have you eaten?" He hit send, but the message bounced back as undeliverable. He couldn't believe it. He backed out and went in again, but no matter how many times he tried, it was the same thing. A colleague ribbed him. "Well, well. Even our resident genius gets blocked sometimes. "Can't say I blame her, though. Look at this. She sends you all those messages, and you reply with one word. Who'd put up with that?"

Chapter 1 The bookstore smelled like fresh coffee and old paper, the way it always did on event nights. Elena Reyes stood at the front of the packed reading room, microphone in hand, watching twenty kids and their parents lean forward as she finished the last chapter of the bedtime story. Laughter rippled through the crowd. A little girl in the front row clapped so hard her pigtails bounced. Then her phone buzzed on the podium. Once. Twice. Three times. She ignored it until the applause died down. Only then did she glance at the screen.

The day our family went on vacation to an island resort, my younger sister, Alana Fisher, climbed over a safety railing to get the perfect photo. She lost her footing and, in her panic, dragged me into the ocean with her. The rescue crew was about to pull me out first since I was closer when Mom suddenly took a yellowed paper coupon from her wallet and tossed it toward me. "Corinne, let Alana get on the rescue boat first! This is the last thing your father and I will ever ask you to grant!" When I was seven, I couldn't afford birthday presents for my parents, so I drew a hundred wish coupons by hand. Each one read: [Redeem this coupon for one wish. Corinne has to say yes, no matter what.

I open the document. The word count at the bottom of the screen says 50,100 words. I stare at it. I am a person who has written fifty thousand one hundred words. I am a person who has written fifty thousand one hundred words while also being a person who got hit by a truck, and who fell in love with the man who saved her, and who is on TikTok, and who is on the news, and who just signed a piece of paper in an HR office with a man she is in love with.

Chapter 2: Reconciliation "It's pouring outside." Gina said while watching the rain and shivered at the cold, despite the heat coming from the chimney. She glanced at the unaffected wolf and snorted. "It must be nice having a thick coat of fur, huh?" Sam purred, wanting to invite her for a cuddle, but of course, Gina wasn't able to get the message and wrapped herself with a thick blanket, proceeding to type away to finish her novel. She only has a week left to finish her deadline before her editor kills her for real.

“Back out into the world? Quite a way with words that one has. Only he could tell the absolute truth and still keep everything a secret.” “So what’s the truth? And what’s the secret?” “Back out in the world...” Alpha Waddell said again. “It’s a cliché. Somebody gets divorced or dumped, widowed. And after awhile it’s time to get back out there. Date again, make new friends, find someone new. It’s figurative, not literal. But me...” She knew the secret before he could tell her. “Alpha Waddell? How long has it been since you left this mansion?”

I felt my pussy contract at his words, grasping at something that wasn’t there yet I desperately craved. “Just focus on the stars, baby.” he licked up and down my neck while his fingers finally parted my folds, finding my clit. He rubbed the bundle of nerves until I shook. I stared up at the ceiling as shooting stars and comets zipped by. I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky.

I would then watch some milf p**n and get off before I went to bed. Opening my eyes, I cleared my mind and re-read the first half of the story. I then started to type. The first few sentences were forced, but as time went on, I caught on and my fingers started to blur across the keyboard. As always when I wrote I became immersed in the story and got more into than I had thought I would. When I typed the words "The End" I sat back and after rubbing my tired eyes was surprised to see it was ten fifteen.