Story About Myself Novels & Stories

“Your cockiness knows no bounds.” "And you're deflecting,” he said. “Come on, Buzzkill. Tell me something real about you." I sighed, chewing on my bottom lip as I tried to think. I hated talking about myself, especially the sad stuff. But he was looking at me like he actually wanted to know, and not like he was just killing time until the pizza arrived. So, against my better judgment, I started talking. “Well, I was born in Ohio,” I said. “I grew up there pretty much, but then my parents died in a car crash. So now it's just me and my aunt."

He reaches up, brushing a thumb over my heated cheek, “Then why does it look like you might puke on me?” I laugh a tiny bit, like I’m sure he intended. “You told so many people.” “Of course, I did.” Of course, I did. “Why?” I whisper the question, even though it causes tears to gather in my eyes. Not once, not ever, have I had anybody come though fo me except my mother. Not once has anyone from my personal life believed In me so much. “Why would I tell people about your event?” I nod. “Zolotse,”

We stayed like that for another fifteen minutes in silence. Then I finally opened the conversation and told my story in brief. "I run away from my family, my dad just emailed me this morning and he broke my heart with his words. I never intended to end my life today. I was supposed to go to the book shop...." I instantly sat up and blushed as I realized that I just had my first hug from a man. "I was supposed to go to the bookshop... Archie was waiting for me... I'm starting work tomorrow..." I was wiping my tears away and started to get out of bed.

What Inspired Me To Make This Story? Once I saw that so many celebrities and people in general were speaking out against sexual abuse, I want to dedicate a story to them. I didn't write to be like a savior or exploit the situation. I wanted to write this story, because I was sexually abused as a child. I won't go into the full details, because it's too disturbing and traumatic for me to share. But I wanted to give a voice to people who were too afraid to speak out. Also I didn't want to focus the story on myself, because that would have been selfish and not honorable to everyone else who experienced much worse.

So today I am not going to be talking about my life because I believe there are a lot of things everyone of you that is reading this journal has learnt about me. Instead, I want to tell the story of a guy named Jack. He was the senior prefect in my former school in Port-Harcourt. In this story, I am going to be the sole narrator and whatever I say is authentic and not falsified. I would like you to pay attention to this wonderful tale of Jack. I am aware that it may not be any of the things that have happened to me but this story is important. Jack's story is important because I am a part of it. I am part of it in a very little way that you may not be able to notice but I am.

I have to remove such comments because it's really devastate my mentality. Why my English is bad? Because I've never been to school like you all. I self taught or self study myself in the house. So you see why I'm not good at English. Please I'm really trying to edit the story. I love my readers and their opinions matters to me most. Love you all ( heart broken 💔💔)

“I believe in you but what’s important is do you believe in yourself?” “I do.” “That’s what matters. As long as you believe in yourself, everyone’s opinions don’t matter.” “Do you think so?” “I know so.” “I have written a lot of short stories which i haven’t shown to anyone.” “Really?” “Yes.” “I would love to read them.” “I’m excited about the new story i thought of.” “What is it about?” “It’s about the most notorious crime family in Zambia.” “That sounds interesting.” “I don’t know where the idea came from but each and every day, it grows stronger,” Ludo smiled.

He brandished the book he was reading and said to Anna, "Look! Merpeople do exist! Sylvie is a mermaid. She was the one who rescued me from the ocean all those years ago…" "You've lost your mind, Connor." Anna snatched the book and tore out the page that spoke of merpeople before continuing, "Merpeople don't exist! You told me that yourself. You also promised that I'd be the only person you'd ever love. "Do you know that ever since the video of you and Sylvie went viral, I've become a laughingstock in Jewelton? Everyone is mocking me for being deluded and overestimating myself. They all say I'm just Sylvie's substitute!"

Like I was part of something bigger than myself. "You sure?" Axel asked. "I'm sure." "The compound isn't exactly I*******m-worthy." I looked around the simple office. Concrete walls, basic furniture, the smell of leather and motor oil drifting in from the garage. "Maybe that's what I need." --- That evening, I posted my first story. A video of me sitting in what looked like a coffee shop, talking about childhood fears and small-town legends. I mentioned growing up where people believed in monsters. How that shaped your worldview.

On the day I was admitted, Joseph's calls came in over and over. I never picked up. After that, his texts kept flooding the dialogue box. I didn't even look at them, blocking and deleting his number. I didn't have a brother anymore. Eighteen years of love had been burned through in just two months. I had no fractures, no severe injuries. A few days later, I was discharged. As I stepped inside Adrian's house, my palms were slick with sweat from the tension. My life officially began its descent into hell from this very moment.