Witty Writing Novels & Stories

Alfi asked friendly. Awan sees Alfi smiling at him so warmly. Awan feels reluctant to smile at him back that he can’t say a thing. "Hey, can you describe it more normally?" Alfi asked me. "Oh sorry, my bad, I felt kinda awkward to write it. My hand as if it can write on its own. I can write more than 3000 words while I”m dozing off." I answered. "Yeah, it’s as incredible as what you always do at night," Alfi said in sarcasm.

My essay sat in front of him, marked, judged. “You have a habit of deflecting,” he observed. I crossed my arms. “I do not.” His lips twitched. “You wrote, and I quote, ‘Poetry is just nature showing off and people overthinking it.’” Oh. Oh. I had actually written that. My soul left my body. “Creative,” he continued, too calm, too knowing. “But lazy.” I bristled. “I’m not lazy.” “Then prove it.” He slid the paper toward me. “Rewrite it. Properly.”

“Bored men don’t use winky emojis.” I glare, hard. “He didn’t use an emoji.” She gasps. “Exactly. That’s how you know he means it.” I toss a pillow at her head. She catches it, laughing. “You’re so screwed. And not in the way he hopes.” My phone buzzes again, vibration rolling like thunder. > Arrogant bitch: Don’t overthink the wording. It’s not about sex, it’s about authenticity… and maybe a little fun if you’re open-minded.

he replied. I raised a curious eyebrow. I hadn’t expected him to say ‘yes’. I tried to think of what might be a good phrase and something I wouldn’t say by accident. I thought of quite a lot of random phrases and ideas, but most of them seemed kind of silly. Of course, keeping it sort of silly might make this idea work best. A small word or phrase to keep us smiling whenever I say it, instead of fighting. "Unicorn," I finally replied with a giggle. "And you better watch out or I’ll be saying that in front of your tough mafia buddies."

Anxiousness along with nervousness from my bold move rattles the man, causing him to stutter out useless words. A sly smile spreads across my once highly glossed lips at the babbling idiot. “Why don’t you run along and find me that pot of gold.” With a push or more of a shove, I thrust him away. Except he doesn’t move as far as I would've liked him to.

He was more effective than many of my colleagues, spoke without hesitation, his voice full of energy and loud enough to be heard by everyone but without shouting, face animated while making eye contact with one person and then with the other. Of course, and it didn't hurt that he was handsome and had personality. charismatic. “And I think that's a more interesting world for readers, right? you for sure will not get bored. He looked at me and winked. — It's more fun for the writers, also, because we don't have to get stuck and conform to rigid rules about what should be more appropriate in a novel, in a mystery, detective, fiction story book

Shine your eye, she be wolf in sheep clothing. "He's a learner oh, fashi all his big boy attitude. One minute man. He's like..." Ada hummed, picking up Janet's wooden ruler as the poor girl tried to hold in her laugh, geez, one minute man? "Ehen! Look, like elm four...no, even three inches sef. Can you imagine?" Ada scoffed, this made Janet burst out laughing, Ada always wanted to get very precise when describing things. That was the only part of essay writing she scored higher in than Janet.

With her joke she not only made it a noun but she made it an abstract noun. "Sorry baby, it was just a bad joke you know" Grumpy Lewis looked away. He needed more flattery and convincing to even look at her and the thing she was doing with her hands seemed to be below the threshold. "Okay, you'll get a quickie" He turned around with a grin on his face. "You moron, I can't believe you made me do that" "The cream always rises to the top, am the smartest babe and I know you always keep your word so..."

He shook his head, putting a hand over his bike like it was the Oscar award. I blew a breath. "It will save us time and energy resources. Use your brains for a change." "I do use my brains, you should too. Oh wait! You don't have any!" He exclaimed in mock horror. "Of course not! That's precisely why Mrs. Finn assigned me tutor you. Oh the irony!" "Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit." "It is the only answer to stupidity." "Haha, you aren't afraid of motorbikes?" He asked, changing the subject.

It's something I do to cool off my mind whenever I am angry or sad ever since I was little. 💮💮💮💮 Hey guys! Thanks for reading! Please don't forget to VOTE,COMMENT and SHARE to your friends. Constructive criticism is allowed but outright rude and offensive words insulting my writing skills are not allowed and will be reported as spam. Please remember the author put in so much work, time and passion into writing this. __Love,Winnie Xoxo