Story Draft Novels & Stories

Nash gathered for the meeting brief. “The plan would proceed as such,” Khronos adjusted the glasses sitting on his nose. “Alastair will write to all the publishing companies with this photo evidence of the star-crossed romance between pop idol Sable Vogel and gang leader of Red Rumble from the Slums, Rush Rhodes. The story goes along the lines of Sable being saved by Rush when she ran into some hoodlums. Any questions?” Alastair grinned. “Am I given the freedom to write any sort of detail I want?”

“That’s great progress, everyone. I’m proud of how far we’ve come on this account. Let’s keep the momentum. Monday morning, we’ll review the first draft of the creative storyboard. And let's remember, the goal isn’t to sell energy. It’s to sell a vision.” The team smiled, that unspoken sense of pride lingering in the air. As they began gathering their things, Melissa looked at me and grinned. “By the way, you’re coming to the department dinner next week, right? No excuses this time.” I laughed. “I’ll try my best, I promise.” “You better,” Jordan teased. “You’re the soul of the team. It’s not fun if you’re not there.” “Flattery will get you everywhere,” I said, shaking my head as I gathered m

Wiping off the little trickles of tears that fell whilst she laughed, she turned to a stunned Julian. "oh please don't mind me. I just wonder how my life became this pathetic." She smiled and Julian shook his head before walking away. .. .. By morning, Talia had jumped out of bed and was already out of the house. Her day was packed and right now, she was painting in front of the camera. It was a piece to be portrayed at the Imperial Vault gallery by next week, but her staff had suggested they covered it for content creation purpose. Just a snippet of it.

Suit pouted childishly at Anderson, and continued, “Do we have a deal, Mr. Anderson?” Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive ten stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation.

“What’s that?” Damien looked up, surprised for half a second, like he’d forgotten there was a world outside his notes. He pushed the folder toward her. She flipped it open. Storyboards. Location snaps. A scribbled cast list. A short script, barely fifteen pages. No big name directors. No corporate funding. “Damien?” He watched her read. “I started it a while ago. Back when you were still… away. I didn’t know if we’d ever do it, but I kept working on it anyway.”

“I told you, I won’t force you.” “But we must, I mean we can’t fake the-” “We’ll mark each other. It'll be enough to sustain our story. I know how you feel about it, but the mark will fade away eventually. We'll renew it once in a while.” By the end of this talk, he was only in his underwear. A small whimper escaped my mouth causing me to slap a hand over it. His laugh filled the room. Despite the turmoil of emotions that were ravaging my mind, I couldn’t deny the fact that his body was nothing less than perfect.

I have submitted my credentials to different company and awaiting their call. But while waiting, I have business I'm planning to start up. I'm glad that I'm not an extravagant spender. I saved money which will help me along the way and also starting my desired business. My rainbow will be colorful again, I'm certain about that. I planned going to pack out all my things from the house before the rent expires. Joba contacted me the other day on social media with a strange F******k account because I also blocked him in return on all social media.

She asked as she looked at him, slightly puzzled. “Yes and no,” he said as he ran his fingers through her hair and spread it out on the pillow behind her. “We are still human, just different from most humans. However, we are the same as well. I know it is hard to distinguish the hows and whys of that statement, but I know you know that already. Our kind is rare. Very rare. I have done a lot of research on the fact they mostly end up with total humans, and as far as I found, you and I may be the first pair of star dust children who ended up together. We will be on our own timetable. Our human side has its higher needs that have to be met, but so does our star dust side. I did notice that star

Sketch asked looking straight into my eyes. I grinned. “You both are observant.” I commented. “Don’t make a fool of us.” Doodle said. “Whoa! Fool, for real... look, it’s not like that. Okay, you are already here, you deserve to know everything.” I said. “They were all my characters in the Cataclysm.” “We just mentioned earlier, don’t make a fool of us, right?” Sketch said. “We read your story, you only have a few characters there.”

“You look far too serious. What are you working on? Why aren't you taking a break?” “This—I’m drafting a proposal for the competition,” I replied, accepting the drink and gesturing toward my glowing laptop screen. “So, you’ve decided to go for it? Great! You have my full support!” Jovanca beamed. “What’s the angle?” “Short dramas,” I answered firmly. “Explain?” “I want to create stories that are strange, humorous, even eccentric. Something that initially feels entirely unrelated to the product, but in the end, highlights it in a completely surprising way,” I explained, my eyes sparkling with the thrill of the idea.