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No snarky remarks. And then he had told me not to quit. Not yet. “Don’t prove your old man right,” he had said. “At least not now. I think you'll excel at your screenwriting contest but you can do both. He cut you off because you broke your leg and couldn't play inna game. If you quit, he'd think it's because he won. You get us to the frozen four, rub it into his face and then from there on, you'll chose what you really want to do. It's you Carter. There's no else else I can imagine that'll combine hockey and writing and still be fucking great at both."

Everyday I request you people to lemme know your thoughts, but all of you just IGNORE IT. It's not easy to write ANYTHING and especially NOT when your readers actually DON'T SAY ANYTHING AT ALL. Plzz be understanding and lemme know your thoughts. After today, I will also not bother you people and myself with this topic. Next update will be tomorrow. Till then, Stay safe and be happy 🤎P.

Don't wait up. He crumpled the note and hurled it to the floor. A second later, his phone rang. His friend was barely able to get the words out. "Jasper, you need to get back here right now. The party's a disaster."

Stop writing every single thing down. She gasped softly, flipping to a brand new page. She scribbled even faster this time. Rule number two... stop writing everything down. I stared at her in pure disbelief. I stayed quiet for a very long minute, just waiting for her to realize what she just did. She finally looked up, blinking her big, innocent eyes at me. What is wrong? A small, real smile touched my lips. You are totally crazy. I really like you already. A loud, happy laugh burst out of her mouth. The bright sound was so sweet and contagious. A little giggle escaped my own throat, and soon, we were both laughing loudly together.

“What? You know you’re a good writer,” Harper said. “Maybe at university. But this is the real world now. The stakes are different.” “Not really. It’s the same pool of people if you think about it.” Huh. Cole thought. “I guess.” “Then maybe…write something?” Cole opened her mouth— “And don’t whimper about it.” “But I’m so cute when I’m whimpering.” “Save it for your billionaire.” Cole whimpered anyway. “I don’t know what to write about.”

I explained. They all started murmuring something else, also nodding their head in affirmation of whatever they were discussing. I didn't even know why but they mostly sounded like bees that were sent to annoy me. " Can you all just shut the fuck up?!" I yelled out of frustration and a dead-drop silence came in next giving me a little peace that I never had to begin with. " You're still young and you need more time so technically you have more to learn. I would advise you to give this up or else you'd be sending yourself to an early grave."

“How about being a writer? You're the kind of person who can't tell anyone about your burdens by writing you not only get a new job, but also regulate your emotions so you don't have to keep everything to yourself.” “But what if someone else finds out about my writing and finds fault with it so that they can bring someone else down too?” “You can make up a pen name. No need to tell me or anyone else so that only you know that you wrote it.” Diana was silent for a moment, she would consider Fred's suggestion. “Would you like some fruit? I'll peel it for you.” Fred moved quickly to take the fruit and peel it. “The fruit you like is still an apple, right?”

“Right now, I want you informed. Angry. And alive. We build the arsenal first. Then we choose the battlefield.” “And in the meantime?” I ask. “In the meantime,” he says, “you keep writing. Keep singing. Keep standing. Every song you write now, every note, is practice for when we turn the volume up on them instead of you.” “Practice,” I echo. I look at the notes I scribbled in my notebook earlier. At the half‑finished lyrics about cages and contracts and pretty prisons. At the word I wrote in big letters: *NO.* “This is insane,” I say.

The retreat was not a new project, it was a special place where writers could go to work on their books without anyone bothering them. The Sovereign Infrastructure Elena pulled up the document that showed all the rules and details for the new place making sure it was the same as the online system they used: The Uncompromised Sanctuary: The physical place would be run completely by their own rules without any influence from big companies or advertisers. The Boundless Residency: The writers they chose for the program would get all the money they needed and they could write at their pace without having to meet daily word limits. The Tangible Anchor: The uncut gemstone in the glass case across t

Write from your heart, write from your soul, and write with the knowledge that your words have the potential to inspire, to comfort, and to change lives. So here is to you, fellow writers. Here is to your passion, your perseverance, and your unyielding dedication to the written word. Keep writing, keep shining, and never stop believing in the power of pen. So please make sure to leave your comment in the comments section of the app. Thank you so much for following up. It's a pleasure.