Shut Up And Write Novels & Stories

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.

“He did.” “Yes, but how dare I look like he has?” She finally did smile darkly, purple scar shining in the sunset. “You should write that letter.” He sat stiffly, cross-legged on the floor with an encouraging smile. “Write it, and every time you have something you want to say to him write that, too, until one day you have nothing else to say.” “And send it?” “Throw it out.” He shook his head, shrugging. She took a careful sip from the tea. “Don’t even give it the dignity of a funeral by burning it. Let it decompose in landfill with rotten trash.”

Well, I didn’t trash them literally, but, felt that all that I had written was nothing more than zilch. Nisim had a different take on it: “Create, edit, send, repeat. It’s important to be in print, but don’t expect each of your stories to be published. Thank your stars, even if ten percent of all that you write makes it to print, okay? But the process – create, edit, send, repeat – is important. It is the only way you can get over the wannabe-writer-syndrome and be one.”

his voice trailed away. “And don’t you want to shut them up?” “I do...” “Then stand up and fight back. Don’t you dare back down! Not without a good fight. And give them something they’ll never forget. Shut them up forever!” ***

Shut up Olivia: You just need to move your fingers on your keyboard Ash: I will say it Olivia: I don't know what you're trying to say, but you go and say it Ash: Yes Olivia: You can do it Ash: Yes, I can Ash: I'm saying it Olivia: Okay. I'm waiting Olivia waits for five minutes for the message, but she doesn't receive one. Olivia: I'm starting to get a little impatient here. I won't lie Ash: I'm trying Ash: Why is it hard to say Olivia: What are you even trying to say?? Ash: I'm trying to say that what I said earlier isn't how I wanted to say it, nor was it all I tried to say because I didn't know how to say it

“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."

Shit. **

“‘Keep falsehood and lies far from me; give me neither povery nor riches, but give me only my daily bread.” “You will fill the entire paper with that, reading it aloud as you write. If you fail finish it tonight, you will return to it tomorrow. Note that the days wasted on your punishments, without starting your rehabilitation will be added to your stay here.” Eli’s heart fell into his stomach and the urge to argue again erupted inside of him, but he ground his teeth and cut his gaze to the desk. “I don’t know how to use the writing materials. Could I get a pen and–”