The Submission Novel Novels & Stories

The other Wednesdays — the bread had been made on Tuesday that week, because of a scheduling adjustment — were for the outward-facing: the publisher, the editor, the world beyond the estate. Don chose the other Wednesday for the manuscript submission because the submission was the most outward-facing thing the book would do until publication. The act of sending the manuscript was the act of releasing it into the world's hands. The bread Wednesday would have been wrong for that. The domestic quality of the bread Wednesday would have been at odds with the threshold-crossing quality of the submission. Ernest understood this without being told. He had learned, over ten years, to read the signifi

“You’re relentless when you go through the slush pile.” “You have to be when going through that mountain,” she said without taking her gaze off his manuscript. Nocturne turned his attention to him. “Leo, do you know what a slush pile is?” Leo was quick to show that he knew information about traditional book publishing. “It’s mostly submissions from authors who don’t have a literary agent and send their work directly to a publisher." “You’re knowledgeable,” Nocturne commented. Leo gave him a brief run down of his degree and limited writing experience. It was nice to have something to focus whilst he watched Angela read out of the corner of his eye. Nocturne was also very good to look at.

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I have been with him when he was a child,and he grow up to be fond of me though he is really cruel, he beats me up sometimes" She smiles What how can he beat up a woman close to be his mother or even older than his mother? That sassy arrogant bastard!! Who does he think he is huh?! "You okay miss? She asked and i smiled nodding "Am Mrs Dara anyway" "Am Sera" I says "Mam please am I the first mistress here? I added She smiled"I think you are the twelfth " "What? Twelfth?! I almost yelled "Yes and some ends up leaving in months or years after he is done with him, some ones who tried to escape before there time ends up died and there body sent to her family"

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My name is Jennie Dawson. I was just an ordinary college girl whose biggest achievement was pulling all-nighters to read smut novels. Then one night I dropped dead at my desk… and woke up inside the very book I was reading, as a pretty background character who happened to share my name. The heroine, Nancy Porter, was a transmigrator with a system. Her mission was to seduce my brother and turn him into her devoted plaything, living a life of indulgence with her day and night until she could finally return to her world.

he agreed passionately kissing me fully. I was extremely blessed beyond measure. Who would have thought, a thirteen year old bastard daughter of a king would rise to become the most powerful werewolf Queen that ever lived? May our lineage live on after us. What started as a small planned rebellion against Submission, led to a tremendous victory and the Rise of the Bastards! What a twisted fate....

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Her pussy. My pussy. And her thighs. They're spread open, giving me a tempting view of her cunt. She's dripping on my bed. I raise my hand up and spread it in the air. "Do to mean as you wish. I'm yours, Hazel." I say to her. I never submit or surrender to women. It's not something I do nor like doing. But for her..., for the first time.... I actually want to. Hazel crawls to me. Now she's kneeling directly in front of me and her nipples press hard on my chest. I close my eyes, submitting to her touch.

She hadn’t expected to be heard. The submission. Encouraged by Lian’s reaction, Maria decided to submit the essay to a small literary journal she admired—Sinta, based in Manila. She used a pseudonym: M. Del Fuego. She didn’t want the editors to be swayed by her family name. She wanted the words to stand on their own. She sent the email late at night, then closed her laptop and tried to forget about it. Two weeks later, a reply arrived. Dear M. Del Fuego, We were deeply moved by your submission. Your voice is honest, lyrical, and necessary. We would be honored to publish your essay in our next issue. —Editorial Team, Sinta Journal