Writers' Corner Novels & Stories

Arthur wrestled his fictional town planner into a satisfying, if bloody, conclusion. And I wrote. Not about the fight, but about the quiet after. Essays on the psychology of sea-glass hunting, the alchemy of a perfect pie crust, the way light slants differently in October. I sent them to a small coastal lifestyle magazine on a whim. They accepted one, paying me in contributor copies and a vague promise of “exposure.” It felt like a different kind of victory, soft and personal.

Misa, who was a writer. A real one. Not like me, who just stayed to read all of them, she had an account, published things, poured words out into the world, and lies, betrays and backstabs, but well this place, so quiet, so different, so removed from the grime and blood, felt like the kind of place you read about in books, the kind of place a writer might create in their mind. And Misa… she was a writer of incredible skill and I knew it.

The anticipation built within me as I imagined the impact I could have on these budding writers, just like Professor Williams had on me. Finally, the day arrived for the first session of the workshop. Nervous yet excited, I entered the classroom and was greeted by a group of eager faces, eyes filled with anticipation. As I began to share my journey as a writer, my struggles and successes, I could feel a sense of connection forming between us. Throughout the workshop, we delved into various aspects of storytelling - character development, plot structure, and the use of vivid imagery. We shared our work, offering constructive feedback and celebrating each other's victories. It was a community

” “All you have to do with the writers is to wake them up to their real life experiences Lily. And they are really going to stop it. The reason why some writers are so mysterious, they are getting it from something.” “Have you ever read the story of International_Pen, Live slash evil? That is nice, about the writer who is a grim reaper. That is so nice and good luck if it will be released in media, hayst.” “Sounds interesting.” And I put down the blower and sat on the bed.

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. ‿‿̩͙‿‿̩͙☠︎︎‿̩͙‿‿̩͙‿ With all my love, Jane Doe Writings. X O X O 💖