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She had been so bored on that day so she picked up one of Lia’s books and had the crazy idea that she could also write one when she finished reading the cliché book and decided to try her luck since she used to write stories in one little notebook she had when she was still a teenager. She had looked for the book and found a werewolf story idea she had written down and Alanna had helped her look for an online platform to write it on, Zinovels. The book had taken almost a year for her to finish writing it because of the chores she had to do around the house. The book didn’t do well because of her late updates but she couldn’t take it down because of a contract and she had never gone back to t

“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.”

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I lazily said as I got down from the car. "Hey mum? Is that all you got? Get in! Now!" She ordered but I hugged her instead. I don't want to ever feel like I was never going to see her again. "I'm sorry mum" I cried and she patted my hair. That was enough to tell me she wasn't mad anymore. I decided not to tell her about the horrific experience I had with the wolves because it'll only make her worried. "Like I said, they are an interesting set of people. Stella informed the police and formed a search team. She was literally crying" my mum laughed.

Grace queried. "I just got a new story idea and the amazing thing is that I can now publish it on an online platform. I applied for a contract, so I just have to write several thousands of words to ensure I get accepted," Penny said in a rush. "That's great, I know how much you've been complaining about writing on papers. So what's the story about?" Grace smiled, sitting on the couch while Penny stood in front of her. "The story is based on you and Enrique. Your situation with your boss/fake billionaire boyfriend is a catchy storyline and I'm going to enjoy writing it," Penny said, smiling.

Otherwise, we would fight. I placed his story into some documents and sent it to some of my contacts. The time had come for me to use the resources I had used to help others. I tried to find some local writing platforms and contests where they asked for short storytelling. With the help of social networking sites, I could post Matt’s story online. “You’re not feeling sleepy?” he raised his eyes from his phone a while later as I typed away. “Nope, just five more minutes, and I am done for today.”

My readers wanted new content every single day and if they didn’t get it, then I knew they wouldn’t stick around for long. Up to this point, I had limited my blog posts to be about bad dates involving friends, family or personal experience; basically anything that I could verify to some degree. But without me having regular bad dates, I just didn't have the content I needed to keep the website running smoothly. I needed more. That was when an idea flashed into my mind. What if I allowed readers to submit their stories to me? They could tell me all about their bad dates and I could post the best “worst” dates from them. It’ll be like a contest.

It would turn out to be the one thing she was really passionate about. Since she began posting stories online, she’s garnered acclaim for her diverse stories and hard hitting writing style. Two stories and characters are never the same, her brain moving through different ideas faster than she can write them down as it also plots its quest for world domination…or cheese. Whichever is easier to obtain… Usually it’s cheese. Website Facebook Twitter Instagram Get my Newsletter

It would turn out to be the one thing she was really passionate about. Since she began posting stories online, she’s garnered acclaim for her diverse stories and hard hitting writing style. Two stories and characters are never the same, her brain moving through different ideas faster than she can write them down as it also plots its quest for world domination…or cheese. Whichever is easier to obtain… Usually it’s cheese. Website Facebook Twitter Instagram Get my Newsletter

My life slowly came back on track as I resumed my classes for the final year exams and was working hard to manage everything. I used to write short stories for the website when Warren approached me through an email to write a book that he will publish. I was not sure if I was good enough to be published, but Warren showed great confidence in me. The first story I wrote was about the hardships my grandmother faced. It was a tragic story of a selfless woman who killed herself to save her daughter from the clutches of the brothel and the sad reality of women in the eighties.