True Story Magazine Stories Novels & Stories

My heart is beating very wildly as he is sitting very close to me now. "You go first!" I whispered. "Okay." "I sing so well. I play the guitar. I have never been in love." "Which one is the lie?" "you play the guitar." "Aww. You are wrong." "Ohh. So which one is the lie?" "I have never been in love." He said. "I have actually been in love. It ended in tears sha. Hot, premium tears." He added. I couldn't help but laugh. "Do you mind talking about it? I'm sorry for laughing though."

"Before you hit it big as a blogger, you were a senior editor at a paper that's since shut down, remember? You spent six months in a rural village to craft the truest story about kids left behind by migrant parents. "Do you recall what's at the heart of a great news story? "True depth comes from going deeper." As I spoke, I saw the doubt creep into her eyes. I went for the jugular. "You've been peddling 'Mind Soup' to millions for two years, but don't those sleepless nights tell you something? You know those catchy quotes are hollow! I'm offering you a story with grit and substance! "Just picture it, in an age when women are waking up to their power. A mother financially tormenting her only

By having all the gathered information side by side, we can identify who isn’t telling the truth about their sales numbers and who is losing money. While I was putting together the report, I noticed something was not right about one magazine called True Us. I know this magazine. It’s a long-standing women's magazine. I’ve read it from time to time. It’s like most women's magazines out there. It has quizzes to see whether you think your man is cheating on you. How to please your man. How to be empowered, but it also has a gossip section. It’s an all in one-woman magazine.

In stories. In the quiet revolution of truth.

There were other writers, researchers, news reporters, and editors who all co-existed to create Fable Magazine. Fable Magazine is the one magazine that has literally everything. New stories, tabloids, fiction stories, and poetry. It was one of a kind and I was proud to be a part of it. I just wished the others would respect me as one of them. I’ve been writing for the online magazine for over a year so it’s not like I'm inexperienced. “Sure,” I said, grabbing my purse off the ground and shouldering it. “I would love to.” “Great. You’re driving,” she said as she backed out of my office.

I did not use my real name because I was not ready for everyone to know my history but I used the name Blue because that was the color of the sky on the day I arrived in the mountains. I reached into the metal box and I pulled out a thin white envelope that had the logo of the magazine on the top left corner. My hands were shaking so much that I almost dropped it on the cobblestones but I managed to grip the edge of the paper and tear it open. I pulled out a single sheet of paper and I saw the word Congratulations written in bold black letters at the very top of the page. They said that they loved the way I described the feeling of hope and they wanted to put my story in the next issue of th

“That’s rare around here. Everyone else just writes checks.” Adrian laughed. “Yeah, I noticed.” They stepped away from the crowd slightly, finding a quiet pocket near a window that looked over the garden. Eli leaned casually against the wall, swirling his wine. “So, what do you write?” “Articles mostly,” Adrian said, tucking his hands into his pockets. “Some short stories. Nothing glamorous. Magazines, online journals. You wouldn’t know any of them.” “Try me.” Adrian smiled, surprised by the interest. “I like peace and Quiet. Most of my stories are about small things. A town nobody’s heard of. A man who grows trees in his kitchen. Real stuff.”

"Dude, the news about the businessman these days are scary. It's like its intentional killing." "I know right, last night that well known businessman, Mr. Ravago? He was found dead in his room and the police couldn't find the suspect, some people said, its was a suicide." What they're talking is nonsense, they shouldn't be talking things like that in this place. I'm losing my interest. I'm about to say that I will leave now but looks like they left already because they are not on their seats. I bet, Jake is with a woman, Zeke got bored and already went home while Blue is not really a fan of this place and also went home. So, they left me alone here and didn't even bother to say anything befo

He let out the friendliest of smiles, making Anderson very uncomfortable. 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 the 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

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.