Terrible Writing Examples Novels & Stories

Dad did not know the vent had been broken for years. I wanted to tell him, but as soon as I opened my mouth, a clump of bloody foam choked me. My temples throbbed. My brain began to starve for air. I opened my mouth like a fish thrown onto dry land, desperately trying to breathe. To get air, I clawed at my own throat. My nails dug into my skin, leaving deep red marks. In the end, my face swelled purple, and my awareness faded. ... At dawn, Megan ran over with tear tracks still on her face.

I wrote very fast and handed it to him. He glanced at the paper but did not read it. Instead, he said, “Your writing is too bad. I can't read it." I gasped. What did it mean? He could always read my writing even if it was the worst. Why was he torturing me this morning? So, I wrote one more time, this time as slowly and as well as possible. After that, I handed it over to him. He raised an eyebrow, glancing at the paper. He snorted. “Can you write? You even spelled it wrong."

The first sentence took ten minutes. The second took twenty. By midnight, Jessica had written three paragraphs and crossed out half of them. She stared at the application form in frustration. Apparently writing about yourself was far more difficult than writing about anything else. The kitchen table had disappeared beneath scraps of paper, coffee cups, and crumpled notes. Jessica rubbed her eyes. Then read the sentence again. And hated it. Immediately. "Terrible." She crossed it out. Started again. Still terrible.

"Who do you think you're talking to?" "It was complete garbage. For one, the grammar was horrifying. You missed up the smallest thing like there their and they're, and some characters spoke as if they never passed grade three, which was detrimental to the entire chapter." He reached for the booklet, and opened it to page nine, pointing to a sentence, "He raced. He jumped, he smiled and he cried. What the hell does that even mean?" "Eric you better—" "And even more, you can't even draw. The characters look like snakes, some look like pigs. The whole chapter seemed to have been written by a fifth grader, and I even think a child could do better work than this. You take full credits from your e

You are and will always be the person who keeps my feet off the ground. You are the semicolon at the end of every word. You are my best friend with a semicolon at the end. Funny, how I liked those words before, but I came to hate it. You told me semicolons were written because someone doesn't want to end the sentence because there's something beyond what had been said. No, Katie. I no longer believe in you. It was a lie.

"Hmmm, let's see what this bastard had to say." Upon opening the letter, Ragnar sighed. This wasn't a letter, these were words written in such an awful way. One would have migraine while trying to read this junk of shit. The untidy paper and the untidy writing scribbled on it could give a perfectionist anxiety. Ragnar was used to this writing, he should be after all these years but this bastard never once tried to fix his writing. According to him. "I can have a hundred orgies rather than wasting my time on honing my writing. One can read it just fine but if they can’t, they can go fuck themselves or I will with my mighty blade."

He shut it down and placed it on my study table. What was his problem? "Prof said it should be handwritten" I nagged and opposed. I hate writing things down using my hands, for one main reason. I have really bad penmanship. One time, I joined a feature writing competition. I was so confident because the topic was so easy and fun. I was the first one to finish writing and on the day of the winner announcement, I was not called. Meaning I lost. I asked one of the judges why I did not win, all he said was 'You have bad penmanship' and that was the start of my traumatic writing experience.