Write A Short Story For Me Novels & Stories

Then I raised my eyes to meet his expectant gaze and spoke. "Geston, let me tell you a story." He froze, clearly not understanding why I would suddenly say that. Ignoring his confusion, I continued. "Long ago, there was a very, very young girl. One winter, the snow fell heavily. She went to a fair with her parents, but the crowd was so thick that she got separated from them. "She stood alone in the bustling street. It was freezing. Snowflakes landed on her face, and she couldn't find her way home. All she could do was cry. She felt as if the whole world had abandoned her.

" my chorus at length. Even though I realized my interlocutor did not respond. But it seems like I have to share any stories. I went home with a problematic heart to explain, one side fluttering, one side it hurts, tightness. It feels squeezed. Who knows how long all these feelings will end soon. There must be a time when? Just wait. *** Sorry about the absurd part. This is the first story. Hence, this bad. Don't get bored. Sorry for grammar errors and spelling mistakes. I'll do my best💋💋. See you🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰.

I said as I apologize. To be Dead --------> A/N: I'll try to write tomorrow but I won't promise since my laptop is still in the repair shop so I couldn't write anything, I was just using my phone so bear with the wrong grammar and some misspelled Words Again this story was just based on my experience and imagination. And plagiarism is a crime.

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Confusion crossed my face. “Stories?” She nodded. “I didn’t know you.” The simplicity of the answer hurt. “I couldn’t write about your life because I wasn’t part of it.” My throat tightened. “So I wrote about mine.” Silence settled between us. Heavy. Personal. “I told you about the first apartment I ever rented.” A small smile appeared. “I told you how terrible I was at cooking.” Another smile. Sadder this time. “I told you about the stray dog that followed me home and refused to leave.”

I loved being more practical. I stared at my blank page, tapping the pen against it. I had no clue what to write about. The instructions were to write a short story of one thousand words. I didn't want it to feel forced. I looked up at Crislynn who was writing away. I let out a heavy sigh and then I looked down at my blank page again.

The only thing Julian hasn’t controlled. And that’s probably because he doesn’t know about it, nobody does. To the world, I’m a faceless writer with the name Shortstuff002 whose words have reached thousands. My readers love my stories, waiting for each new chapter as if I hold the answers to their own heartbreaks. And maybe, just maybe their positive comments have kept me going until now. It’s ironic, really. Strangers cling to my words, yet the one man I vowed to spend my life with barely hears me at all.

He snapped with frustration. I was taken aback by the emotional response of a stranger I had just met. He encouraged me to continue my story, so I shared how I had fallen in love with a man who worked at a bar and how I had to end the relationship because I wanted to escape my difficult situation, especially with my pregnancy.

Thank you so much for taking the time to read While I Carried His Child, He Chose Her. 🥹❤️ This book was never something I planned. I started writing it during a little difficult phase when I was struggling with writer’s block, and somehow, Jenna and her story came to life in just 20 days. While long books are everywhere, I hope this short one was like refreshment to you all. Thanks again, guys. I really enjoyed writing this. Thinking to do another short story. Would you like to read it?

I've somewhat based the two characters off Atlas and me, essentially writing a story about my life. Aside from changing the names, I've written about a billionaire CEO who falls in love with a small-town girl. It has everything from company espionage to road trips and love. Because it's based off my life, I'm not sure how to end it because in real life I haven't chosen how I want this chapter of my life to proceed. I'm sitting on the couch, chewing my fingernails, racking my brain on how to finish this story. A knock on the door breaks me away from my thoughts and I see a small envelope slide under the door, landing in the middle of the living room.