Writing Beats Novels & Stories

Don’t tell me he’s going to end up dead in a dark alley like in the original book. [Come on, supporting character! Don’t give up. You still have a bright future!] The pain in my body grew numb. Being beaten was something I had grown used to. Ever since I was little, whenever my mom had a bad day, she would hit me without warning. Sometimes, both my parents would beat me for fun. My body was covered in scars, but now I felt no pain. I was waiting for the right moment, after all. A moment to completely turn the tables.

With her flaming, catlike, wild eyes They were amber colored, like liquid gold Captivating me with every turn of her head, every breath And there I was lost in her eyes My throat dry. My body froze. My heart pounded. Oh, oh Amber eye, she has amber eyes The eyes of the wolf Woah, she got amber eyes Stilled, I let myself stayed on where I’m standing and watch the full performance without even blinking. I felt my eyes started watering as I settled my eyes on the guy who skillfully hitting the drums. My chest pounded when he raked his medium length hair using his right hand while he continues playing with the drumsticks on his left hand. His mouth parted while he bangs his head through the air.

It was Wednesday morning, it was a sunny morning, Axel woke up very early as usual, he showered, got dressed in the black suit he had chosen for that morning with the wine-colored tie, after being ready, he went down to have breakfast as was his custom before going to the office, he took his briefcase and left that house, he got into his car thinking that it would be a long and tiring day again, since the afternoon before he had fired his new secretary, the reason for the dismissal for anyone was simple and perhaps unimportant, but for him it was not, she had thrown her pen that afternoon, she had bent down in front of him while her bust came out that filled his patience, because he knew tha

I thought it's my Mom's suicide letter but no. She wrote about love. How beautiful it was. How wonderful it is to be in love. How life would be better if you have someone to love and hold onto. And that fucking quotation about 'beat' that I wasn't able to fathom no matter how hard I try. And I can't help but to mock her. Just how the fuck was she able to see love in a beautiful way when it was actually the main reason why she gave up her life? It's fucking obvious that she was sugarcoating.

I ran 30 miles late at night, only for her to feed the tacos to stray dogs because they'd gone cold. "Jovi, my arms are sore, and I can't use the machine to wash my underwear." I numbly hand-washed their underwear, only to see them dumped in the trash. "Jovi, you know, we don't want kids yet." Watching Quincey blush and act coy, I wordlessly ran to the convenience store. Through all the humiliation and abuse I endured, Hudson just stood by with a cold stare, never lifting a finger. "I just want you to be happy, Quincey. That woman's trash, anyway."

I want to see all of him, I blush embarrassed, what is wrong with me, I have been acting like a horny teenager since I set my eyes on Ace. I use the shower instead when I am done, I pick up his toothbrush and use it. I dance back into the room naked. I start singing Wrecking Ball by Cyrus, swaying my hips and clapping my hands. I do not stop dancing until I start to feel dizzy from all my jumping and shouting. I open his wardrobe, Well It is an understatement, it is like a room full of clothes. I pick up a white shirt and put it on. Compared to my smaller frame, Ace is a very muscular man, the shirt is big and stops on my knees. I start my hunt for his briefs, doing a tiny dance of victory w

“Well, this music system is more complicated than the previous one, and you challenged me that I won’t be able to figure this system out.” “Marissa, if you would have just asked me to help you instead of doing it yourself, then the previous system would be still working perfectly and you lost the challenge.” “So, you are blaming me that it got damaged beyond repairs? And I am going to ignore the part where just told me that I lost the challenge.” She glared at him. “Well, you were the one who was banging it to make it work, and you did lost the challenge; you could have just read the user manual.” But his statement made her stare at him harder.

So we all stared at Becka with mouth agape as she gave First a cold stare. "I don't like anyone questioning my combative abilities cause I tend to give them samples that leave a permanent mark so that they won't forget it." Becka said without removing the bread knife. No one dared to stop her or hold her hand cause one wrong move and it'll hit First's eye. But her grip is firm and steady. If something would happen, it would be First's fault cause he moved and he provoked her in the first place. I gulped as I saw how nervous First is and how he tried his best to not move even an inch, afraid that Becky would really attack him.