I Want to Write a Book

I promised. I promised I would never hear it again. I hated it, but I loved it. I related to it so well. The pain was unbearably similar to my own. It was an awful sound. Regardless I broke my promise, and I listened as a girl confessed...

I want to write a novel. I'm forty three years old and I've been an avid reader all my life.
Writing is something I've only begun to try recently. My tastes in reading are eclectic,
and so far my ideas and beginnings in writing are also...

I want to write a book of my life, thoughts about my best friend, and experiences. I want to have her read them, not knowing its me who wrote the, just to see her reaction, then tell her it was me. I want to share more about myself to...

Yes, the pic above is of my Kindle ebook cover. It's a crime novel and although far from a bestseller, I've sold a few hundred copies and a number of people have said they really liked it.. It took me a long time to find the time to do...

haven't written anything since 3rd grade, though id give it a shot....every now and then Im prob gonna continue the story, read over my writing and make some adjustments... well see how it goes

my lungs are freezing cold and I couldn...

My life so far is just a box being opened, it holds many memories, emotions, loved ones, deaths. But, when im willing to suck it up and move on. I find another box hiding in all of that cluttered mess. I start the new cycle. i guess my...

In the world, one day.
There is a kingdom of flying sea rabbits and twizzling peanut butter monkeys filled in the City of flaming Turkey pride with milky lava and Bbq Tacos through the flash. The City of Yeedeehee. and the King of...

A chilly summer rain swept in from an unexpected storm cloud hovering of Everhurst, town most famous for its large Shopping center and amazing farmers. Farmers like my Dad, Tom Robert Hart. My best friend.
In all of the USA no place...

About a year ago I started writing a book about being a parent of an autistic child......
I thought that by sharing my experiences, with everything ranging from the emotional roller-coaster to the education system battles it would...

I tried, I tried,I tried
To stop the world from becoming a monster
And eating us alive
I need, I need, I need
To stop you from trying
To know what I feel
I fear, I fear, I fear
It is too soon all over again
And I cry just one tear...

I have always enjoyed writing. I mostly write poems and short stories, but I enjoy most forms of writing. It is a passion of mine. So I ventured to write a book, but encountered a problem. After initially figuring out where exactly to...

The writer writes.
Through distractions great and small. The roar of
a neighbors chainsaw, the ticking of a dogs paws
across the kitchen floor,
the writer writes.
Whether happy or sad, sick or well. Whether he
has something...

The lights from the house welcomed me home warmly. I pulled into the driveway with a list of jobs piling in my head as usual. I smiled, opening the door swiftly to my Volkswagon Beetle, and slipping off the brown, leather bench seat...

Who doesn't? I think it's a cool thing to have written something and have it published. I have had a title and a main character in my head for years. I sat to write and then stopped. I always go back to it my head and think about how I...

It was the astonishment of knowing that he would know. She amazed herself as she came back to the terrace of the restaurant, by staring and letting a faint smile warm her face as the man sat and ran is finger around the rim of the drink...

The morning was crisp and a light breeze blew across the fields along the highway. The sun was still awakening, peeking its rays across the rims of the grey clouds. The bitumen seemed to look moist and firm. As if it had never seen...

Yes, I did write a book (well I've written many through the years) AND it was published. It was published by PublishAmerica, which was yet another 'life lesson'. I wrote a sort of murderous mystery story, actuially I Co-wrote it. A...

It was like time was stopped… or was moving incredulously fast. Time wasn’t an object to me, mostly because there was nothing important to me that I had to do. I had no purpose, no life, I was utterly empty, like a blank canvas, or...

I still need to take a peek at what you guys wrote.  But I am one of the lucky few that knows my future journey outline, though the trials and troubles will be the same as always, out of the blue.  I want to write a book or...