Writing Your First Novels & Stories

Nicole looked at the clock in the room and said, “I’m kind of in a hurry so I’ll make my story brief and comprehensive. After breaking your heart, I owe you an explanation my darling Muhammad.” Muhammad tried switching on the radio on his belt, in hope that anyone on the other end could listen to the conversation if the signal was restored. If Maryam and he were going to die tonight, their death might as well not be in vain. The most important thing was revealing the real identity of The First One.

I clicked over to G****e Drive, the cursor blinking in the center of a fresh, empty document. Untitled. The blinking line felt like a heartbeat. My fingers hovered over the keys, but my throat felt tight. Who do I talk to first? Writing to all three of them at once felt like a shortcut—a way to dilute the pain. It felt like cheating. I decided to start with the light. If I was going to face the end, I had to remember why the beginning was so worth keeping. To: Dad (Zachariah) I closed my eyes and let the first memory surface. Not the explosion. Not the smoke.

My face flushed redder than a beetroot as I bit down on my lip and tried hard not to make any sounds. However, he didn't seem happy with my restraint and silence. So, he parted my legs while still fondling and kneading the mounds on my chest. I felt like I was being roasted over an open fire. Ultimately, I couldn't hold it in anymore and let out a wanton moan. "Ah, Daddy… Ah, I-I'm sorry… I was w-wrong… I've always been w-waiting for you to teach me the basics… I-I've never let anyone else touch me…"

A massive fortress was taking shape. Michael appearing at my side. “Bringing a piece of home, home?” Smiling, “yes. I’m a little homesick.” “What of security?” “I already thought of that. I made it so that our essence is built into our new home.” “So how will your new guardians gain access?” “Very easily I’ll add them as they come.” I smiled and leaned my head against his arm. Always perfectly content with Micheal. My calm and peace.

he whispered in her ears. He felt a throbbing in his head, "Kate, I have loved you for the first day I set my eyes on you." He bawled, remembering the first night they had together. He was so ashamed of himself for ever putting her in Melancholia, and now this accident, he‘d hope she would forgive him. Kate‘s body started moving, and Jackson lifted his head up, afraid of how he would face Kate. Whatever it is, he will end it with her now.

My mind raced with all the horrible possibilities. He crouched down, bringing himself level with me. I screamed—an ear-splitting sound that tore through the silence, making my own eardrums ache. He moved slowly, almost gently, placing his hand near the side of my neck, just behind my ear. A shiver ran through me at the touch of his skin, warm and deceptively soft. Then everything went black. --- When I regained consciousness, my eyes snapped open, and my heart began racing all over again. Panic surged through me, making it hard to breathe. I squeezed my eyes shut and whispered a desperate prayer, “Please, let this be a nightmare. Please, God…”

Caroline just needed to find a hobby. In the past two days, she no longer felt aimless. Instead, she found a direction in her life. She wanted to try writing a book. Although she thought it was a ridiculous idea, she wanted to give it a shot anyway. Caroline thought that she wouldn't be able to write anything since it was her first time. But unexpectedly, her mind overflowed with ideas after she turned on the laptop. Just like that, she wrote ten thousand words in just half a day. When Caroline saw what she had written, she felt a sense of familiarity once more. It was as if she had seen them somewhere. However, this was the first time she had written this.

But you can start with the first volume if you want to but all the volumes are sts5nd alones meaning you can start with any volume. So, One year ago on the 24th of June we were so deep in the Lockdown and I made one of the toughest decisions at that time since I'd been scared of getting my stories stolen and I published one of my works on I****t and began writing online. Today is my first Writer's Anniversary, not here on W*****d but generally. Can all readers and Followers celebrate with me.🤩🤩🤩✍️✍️✍️😍. This journey has been amazing. Yes, there were sleepless nights , times where I felt like I should give up and all that but with all the support I got from my readers, family the editoria

Seren’s words still echoed gently in her heart: > Begin with love. So she breathed once — a calm, deliberate breath — and began to write. --- The First Line The quill moved on its own at first, guided by instinct older than time. Lines of light rippled into being, forming words that pulsed in rhythm with her heart. > “In the beginning, there was a song that remembered everything.” The moment she wrote it, the blank expanse quivered. From the words bloomed a sound — soft at first, then fuller, warmer, alive.

I reached for my notebook and graphite pencil, writing a single line for the team to see: ​Run the first hundred copies. The tracks are waiting.