Short Story Length Novels & Stories

"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

I experience a short reprieve as shorter brown haired man shoves him unconfidently out of the way. I’m very grateful, I must say, that this cock is quite a bit wider but far shorter at maybe only 4 inches. This little man couldn’t cover me in filth like the previous 7 inch cock, and I can’t help but beg for them to please, please destroy my body; to use me the way they would a streetwalker, a WHORE!

I sat at the kitchen table while Nathan put breakfast in front of me. I wrote and rewrote until the words were exactly right. Simple, clean with no complex legal language. At eight-fifty I read it to Nathan. "Six sentences," he said. "Everything important fits in six sentences." "Send it to Blake." I sent it. Blake called immediately. "It's good. Emily, it's really good." "Is it too short?" "It's perfect. Short means confident, long means defensive." A pause. "Geneva feed comes through in eight minutes. Sarah has a direct line. I'll patch you both soon ."

It is so encouraging to see that people are loving the novel and are willing to spend on it <3 That's why I will try to keep the word count between 1000-1200 which will cost you just 13 or 15 coins, so that you can just unlock the chapter by either watching ad or using your daily bonus coins ;) So get ready to begin the journey of tragic and incomplete love from the past life... -Moonlight!

A beautiful story, full of mysticism and feelings not forgotten. My eyes began to close themselves, I looked at the clock, and it was already 12 in midnight. “I’ll polish it up tomorrow,” I said to myself out loud. I got up, went over to the bed, and fell into a deep sleep. The daylight woke me up. I let out a long yawn, I was still very tired, and I still had to put some finishing touches on the story, so I decided to take a shower.

Please forgive me if you've been waiting for too long. I can't believe that we are close to million readers. Word Count: 1949

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At the moment of impact their heads were both out of the driver's side windows when they cracked together, leaving the unmarked cars to roll gently to a halt 200 yards apart. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

She kisses me back with shy eagerness. The End (or is it only the beginning?) That is it for my short story about Lilly and Mr. Storm. I hope that you liked to read it as much as I liked to write it.

“That’s rare around here. Everyone else just writes checks.” Adrian laughed. “Yeah, I noticed.” They stepped away from the crowd slightly, finding a quiet pocket near a window that looked over the garden. Eli leaned casually against the wall, swirling his wine. “So, what do you write?” “Articles mostly,” Adrian said, tucking his hands into his pockets. “Some short stories. Nothing glamorous. Magazines, online journals. You wouldn’t know any of them.” “Try me.” Adrian smiled, surprised by the interest. “I like peace and Quiet. Most of my stories are about small things. A town nobody’s heard of. A man who grows trees in his kitchen. Real stuff.”