Write A Story Novels & Stories

Ria and Luca, Jade, Finn… they are not just words anymore, they are people, maybe forever. This story also teach me many things. About patience, about creativity, about human feeling. About love. About danger. About happiness. I learn that writing is not easy, is not only fun, is work, struggle, but also reward. When I write scene, I feel tired but also happy, like I just live thousand lives in one life. I think that is why writing story is special, because no money, no fame, can make me feel this way. Only story, only characters, only readers.

Her words flowed effortlessly, painting a new story—the story of Theo and Mama Hazel, of nighttime adventures and endless dreams, of love that knew no bounds and a bond that transcended the ordinary. As she penned the final lines of the story, a sense of peace settled within Mama Hazel. The power of storytelling had once again worked its magic, not only in Theo's dreams but also in her own heart, reaffirming the timeless truth that the greatest stories are those written with love, shared with joy, and woven into the fabric of our lives.

She sucked in deep breaths as she faced her professor slash mentor. In his face is the look of failure—her failure to be exact. She has nothing to present this morning, no draft, no blurb, not even a concept of what story will she write for her final project. But it’s all because of a really good reason. “I got mugged?” she could sense the discontent coming from his face. She gulped in heavy saliva, preparing herself for a lie she doesn’t even want to tell.

If the door was unlocked, they could have gone out and survived. I saw Jia glance at the empty seat beside me. I suddenly felt a chill. Dang. Don't tell me... One of their friends broke the chilling silence and scolded the storyteller. "Damn. Why are you telling such a spooky story this time? We are here to club!"

"She sounds like she was an amazing person. I feel like I know her just from what you've told me. You're a really good storyteller, you know." I smiled. "Really?" "Yeah, you'd make a great writer. You basically spoke poetry the other night. I could've listened to you for hours." "You did listen to me for hours," I pointed out. "I did listen to you for hours, and I enjoyed every minute." "Now you know how I feel around you." He half smiled, his thumbs lightly gracing across the backs of my hands. The rain pattered lightly, finally tiring out from the long storm of the night before.

The soft glow of lanterns illuminated the path leading to the entrance, inviting guests into a world of enchantment. Taking a deep breath, Vihaan stepped out of the car, feeling a surge of adrenaline course through his veins. The sound of his own footsteps reverberated in his ears, each step bringing him closer to his happily ever after. He couldn't wait to see Sukoon's face, to hold her hand and embark on a new chapter of their lives together.

Infinity thought carefully about how to answer it. "Maybe both. But almost all writers start with what if. What if the one you love so much broke your trust? What if fate is not in your favor, so you can't stay together? All stories begin there. Then the story will naturally flow. Writers are crazy. They will create scenarios and problems from what if’s and then choices will be presented. But they are also the ones who will choose, based on the character or principle of the character they have developed." She was busy explaining, so she didn't notice the man was just staring at her.

I was powerless, a legend stripped of her myth. I slowly closed the book and placed it on a nearby table, my movements deliberate. I looked up at the three students watching me, they had expressions of curiosity and anticipation. “So?” Janet asked, breaking the silence. Her purple hair seemed to glow in the library’s dim light. “What do you think? It’s a crazy story, right?” I forced a small, thoughtful smile. “It’s… incredible,” I said, choosing my words with care. “It feels so real, like you could almost believe it happened. This human who supposedly wrote it… Elias. What do people know about him?”

I suddenly started to feel nervous. "Hi Amarachi, I'm your literature teacher. My name is Miss Ada. Welcome to Crownstar highschool." I smiled at her. "So who doesn't have a seat partner? A girl raised her hands and Miss Ada asked me to seat with her. She started teaching and that was when I remembered that I didn't collect the pen my mum bought. I didn't want to ask anyone for a spare pen but then it was my first day at school and I did not want to start skipping notes. I asked the guy at my front for a spare pen but he didn't have any one. The girl beside him smiled and gave me a pen, I thanked her and started writing.

That was the moment I knew. He hadn’t changed. He had just learned how to hide it better. I went home shaking. Not crying. Not yelling. Just… done. That night, I made the hardest decision of my life. If I stayed, he would never let me go. If I left normally, he would follow. So I did the only thing that would truly free me. I disappeared. A week later, the news spread quietly. An accident. A tragic story. A name that matched mine. A life that ended somewhere far from where anyone could question it.