Novel & Cerita Shut Up And Write

I don’t make the rules; I just write them. Love, your mildly unhinged author who is definitely taking notes on who’s commenting and who’s suspiciously silent

Keep quiet — your words will always be used against you. Ignore it — so it won't hurt you. Shut it — don't feel it. Close it — don't look. In this world of fake perfection you will never be good enough. But now… he tells me to let loose. He says he likes it. Like this. Me… just me…

When he saw that I ignored him, he continued, "I didn't know about the posts Samantha made on Facebook! I already warned her! She won't post anything like that to upset you anymore! If you want, I can even go public with you and clarify that you composed that piece!" I snorted coldly. Theodore quickly pulled out his phone and said, "I've already deleted her number… So please stop being angry…" Then, he started showing me all his documents and said, "Let's go register our marriage right now! No one will interrupt us this time!" I laughed out of anger. He couldn't care less when I was by his side. Now that I was ignoring him, he came all over me. How pathetic! I rolled my eyes and said, "How d

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He scoffs, “Communication.” The girls laugh, “Yeah, so simple even a man should be able to figure it out. But I didn’t and now I’m here trying to write her a long letter about my feelings.” Fi smiles and leans back, “Okay, so you’re writing her a letter and you’re trying to make it sound poetic?” He nods, “Pretty much.” Sammy shakes her head, “Well, don’t!” Nate stares at her. “You are not a poet. Be you. Gods man, she loves you. Use your own words, don’t try and be something you’re not. Otherwise, the communication means nothing.” Fi nods,

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On the third day after I reunite with my pack, my family corners me in the mansion's living room. My adopted sister, Mia Ashford, holds several notes in her hand while sobbing her eyes out. "Layla, I know you hate me, but you're driving me insane with your death threats!" Every single note is covered in curses written in red. "Go to hell, you thief! You stole Mom and Dad away from me." Noah Ashford leaps to his feet and hurls the notes at my face. "Apologize!" he roars. "You think you can bully Mia just because you're my sister?" Mom embraces Mia, trying to comfort her. Dad, as the Alpha of the pack, finally speaks. "If you don't write a 1,000-word apology letter to Mia today and

When Ernest hemingway said: There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed. He was right. He was absolutely right. My music box is up to its highest volume, blasting J.cole, the soft tune of his for your eyes only caresses my eardrums. It shuts out the real noise—silence that is so silent it's loud and eerie. I write better like this, with songs in my ear and bass pulsing through my room. But today not even J.cole can save me.

“‘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–”

Yet these people had given him something he had never possessed. Uncertainty. The Last Page The black book floated toward the Author. It opened to the final page. There was only one sentence: WRITE YOURSELF. The Author stared. “What do I write?” Sophia replied: “Anything.” “There are no rules?” “No.” “No predetermined ending?” “No.” “No one controlling me?” Sophia smiled. “No one.” The Author sat down. For the first time he hesitated before writing. Then he wrote: I AM AFRAID. The universe became silent.