Write A Story Novels & Stories

Oops, I'm ashamed of what happens when I grow up I remember the moment of this incident. Towards sunset they said goodbye to me. Yes, an exciting and funny day for sure. I don't forget to write my story today in my favorite diary, the diary of Miftah, of course. And now there is a Miftah flower which will be beautifully planted in my flower pot later. Is it possible that my relationship has been going on for a long time with Miftah, pessimistic, her name is dating Junior High School, if you get bored you will definitely find a new boyfriend or girlfriend again.

Do you know what it feels like?.... I suppose some of you would know but the rest of you…I doubt it! Do not get me wrong , this story is not like your ordinary love story – it is not a romance novel to begin with…But I guess every sad story begins with a heartache. Every broken heart was caused by some type of action that shattered it into a million pieces – every person has a reason as to why they act the way they do. Have you ever?....

Yeah, I followed him. After an hour of staring at each other, the walls and ceiling, he spoke up. "Tomorrow is my parents death anniversary." I shifted uncomfortably. Hearing stories like this are really boring to me. You're probably thinking that I'm a psycho but that's how I roll. A tear slipped down his face.

I would like to know why he suddenly asked me to create a story! He didn't even orient me! I close my eyes, and then suddenly, some idea pops up in my mind. I smile brightly and start to type the story. Our first meeting inspires the story that I will present to him. I'll make it a very angsty one, and he will be the leading guy then dies in the end. It's a story about the hero and heroine falling in love together when they first meet inside the elevator after an accidental kiss. But, unfortunately, the guy didn't know that the girl he met was a part of a mafia clan and one of the candidates to be the mafia boss's mate.

So I said whatever came to my mind impromptu. “Hobo de! You just keep thinking about that one day, and don’t do anything about it,” he said, gulping a little water from the bottle he’d brought. “No, this time I’m doing. Tonight, I’m going to start writing a love story,” I said. I didn’t want to tell anyone before the story was complete. Lest, someone stole my idea and wrote it down themselves! But Biswa, he was my soulmate. I couldn’t hold it off from him.

I apologised. "It's ok. Did you sleep well?" she queried. "Yes." "Ada, I want you to tell me what happened to you." She said firmly as she made herself comfortable on the bed. "I don't want to. Please, don’t let me repeat this story. It’s a source of pain to me.” I pleaded.

I was throwing my cheap laptops as a kid, then turning around with my babysitting money and buying a new one. Needless to say, I would go through three, sometimes four, per year. Mom finally had to set me down and work with me about getting up and walking away from the situation. So, I didn’t have to buy a new computer. I drank some more of my wine before going back to the computer. I then remembered something my English teacher told me once after reading one of my short stories, ‘The problem can sometimes be further back.’ And with that, I began rereading the whole manuscript.

I look at the person who spoke. “Mom!” I yelled when I saw my parents and Shayne. “Congratulations, Bavina,” Mom and Dad says, I hug them. “Grandma!” Pauline yells. “Your hair is getting long, Bavina!” Shayne says that made me laugh. We’ve been through a lot, happiness, problems, pains, achievements, rejections, and we ended up to what God wrote for our story. We ended up with each other despite the pains we gave to each other.

This journey of writing has been a voyage of self-discovery, where I have learned as much about myself as I have about the craft of storytelling. I believe that stories are the threads that weave our shared human experience. They have the power to transcend cultural, geographical, and temporal boundaries, reminding us of our common humanity. Whether through the written word, oral tradition, or digital mediums, stories connect us, inspire us, and challenge us to grow. It is my hope that my words will find a resonance with readers, that they will evoke emotions, provoke thoughts, and spark conversations.

You can't be lost when we're here to put you back on the right path" another wolf added "I am not lost I just missed a path that's all" I lied "Lies, all lies" the ugly one among them said confronting me "There's always an ugly one with bad breath yeah?" Rina chipped in knowingly "Yeah, listen don't interrupt me again" I warned as I continued my story "Enough of the chit chat bring her already" the one with blue eyes who seemed to be the leader commanded and they charged at me. Alarmed I started to run, they chased me deep into the bush and I felt as though the more I ran, the more lost I became, I regretted leaving home but it was too late for regrets. One of them eventually caught up with