Writers' Corner Novels & Stories

He sits back in his chair and looks at me curiously. "I don't know." I shrug and look at the books around me. "Anyone can write but it takes a special kind of person to just have a way with words. Authors are the second best people to have the touch with words." I trace my fingers along the cover of Shatter Me by Tahera Mafi. "Who's the first?" Aidan asks. I snap my head up to look at him. "Song writers. There is nothing that can make you feel as much as the perfect song." I give him a small smile and continue tracing the book.

Perhaps unless it was a person you wanted to change for… Jun stood up and started looking around for Iori. It was evening and most of the writers must be in the adjoining room where a buffet for a late lunch was at everyone’s disposal. Entering the room he scanned the crowd for Iori to find her talking to a group of writers he knew to be mystery writers. They seemed to be deep in conversation and he couldn’t just barge into their conversation. He headed for the booth keeping an eye on them. One of the men in the group seemed to stand too close to Iori for his liking and he kept stealing glances her way now and then.

There was a faint knock on my door before it opened before I could even get a chance to invite them inside. “Me and some of the other writers are going to lunch. Want to join?” Morgana asked, her bright green eyes narrowed in my direction. I frowned at the invite. They have never invited me to lunch with them before. They usually go to fancy restaurants in the city and sit by the water on their lunch breaks. I see their I*******m stories daily and I had to be honest I felt a bit left out. There were several other workers in this building. There were other writers, researchers, news reporters, and editors who all co-existed to create Fable Magazine.

Welcome to My Cozy Corner! First and foremost, welcome, dear reader! You’re about to embark on a journey unlike any other—a story that invites you to settle in, get comfortable, and experience something truly unique. By reading beyond chapter six, you have opened an insightful book. A story that's unique and heartfelt. But most of all, it is filled with useful, exciting knowledge. If you decide to leave now, you might be missing out on giving a new writer’s voice a chance to shine—a story that deserves to be heard.

Then, as you move up the floors you get to the editors, and the writers near the top. The writers are also separated by floor. You have the celebrity gossip column, the TikTok trends, cooking, shows and movies, drugs and alcohol, sex, world records, debunked, life hacks, home and decor, and of course where I write- love and dating. It's our job to be ahead and to write articles that keep the readers coming back to us. Each floor has a spokesperson to attend our board meetings, and for my section, I'm that person. That means, every week at 4:30 I needed to go and report to the man in charge- Dakota Kramer.

Your feedback not only helps me grow as a writer but also keeps me company during those long, solitary hours when it’s just me, my coffee, and my characters emotionally ruining each other. Thank you again for being here. I can’t wait to share more of this journey with you. ───── 𓆙 ───── With all my love, Jane Doe Writings. X O X O 💋

Viola McCoy The pen scratches softly against the paper. Adrian’s beside me, talking through a story beat, but my mind is somewhere else. The workshop room is quiet, sun streaming through the tall windows of Reynolds Publishing. It should be a perfect moment. Two writers, side by side, creating something beautiful. But something’s off. Not just with me. With everything. “You want anything from downstairs?” Adrian asks, standing and grabbing his wallet. “Coffee’s good,” I say distractedly. “Thanks.”

I exclaimed. "So you already have an ending?" Claire looked at me intrigued. "Oh, I have better. I actually have three possible endings and I just need to figure out which one to publish." I replied proudly. "You wrote three endings?" She looked at me surprised. "I couldn't sleep last night and I was reminiscing and I ended up writing." "Wow, I wish I was as creative as you." She stated laughing. We got to the next publishing company. The building was quite modern and they also have editors working for them unlike the other companies we had meeting with in the morning. We were led to one of their conference rooms.

⸻ 🌙 The Writer Understands The Writer slowly stepped forward. ✍️ ⸻ For once… He wasn’t an author. ⸻ Just a lonely person. ⸻ “You watched us leave.” ⸻ Silence nodded. ⸻ “Again.” ⸻ The Writer lowered his gaze. ⸻ Because he remembered. ⸻ Creating stories. Creating worlds. Creating characters. ⸻ Trying to fill emptiness. ⸻ Exactly as she once had. ⸻ 🌙 The Null’s Choice

Cosgrove sit on the arm chair across from his. Mr. Cosgrove was a well-known motivational writer. His books had touched millions of lives. Despite his break from writing, he still received letters from his readers who were thankful to him. He had been close friends with Wright Junior's father since college. They both had the same passion for writing and the moment one became the CEO of Wright publishing, the other became the first writer to be published in it. Mr. Cosgrove had been publishing his books at Wright publishing for fifteen years and after the death of Mr. Wright younger brother, things changed.