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• You can write several short stories and then combine them together into a large one. If you use main events, include a short poem to transition into the next big events.

• Does anyone go crowdfunding for their books? I'll like to know.

• I have about six to seven stories running right now with more brewing in my head. My concern is finishing them successfully and on time without much writer's block. Again,make a name and money with my books matter a lot to me,t boost living. So,I'm in search of Submission websites or self publishing websites to achieve these. Any help here would be appreciated.
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• Shayari or poetry is a great way to express ideas and opinions. Should try to check it out.

• Its been ages like a stranger i have been existing
  Under harsh glares of indifference and insecurity.
  The quiescent arcade beckons me
  To revel in the pleasure of my fantasy

  • The first line is okay, but it needs to sound a bit more direct. Are you implying the stranger is old or growing old, or are you the stranger that’s getting older, existing within this parabola (a mathematical term to explain a fixed focus on a graph where two ends are equal) life?

    Other than that, you’re doing a nice job getting your feet wet.

  • Hum Apnay Tevar Waqat Aany Par Aazmayein Gy,
    Shehar Tum Khareed Lo Hakomat Hum Chalaein gy…

• For me, I try to follow my teacher's advice. You can get inspiration from anywhere. A picture, video, film, another story. It doesn't matter. What matters is how well you write. evaluate:)

  • So, "Blanca," it appears you really liked what "Mary" had to say. (And by the way, I deleted the stray URL that somehow got into your message. You're welcome!)

• "For me, I try to follow my teacher's advice. You can get inspiration from anywhere. A picture, video, film, another story. It doesn't matter. What matters is how well you write.

• Erika woke up. she looked around silently expecting Angelica to be sleeping on the floor. She wasn't there, not a trace. She turned over to be greeted with the sight of poppy, her new roommate smiling as she sat at the foot of her bed.
  "Good morning, How did you sleep?" She grinned.
  "Good morning?" She yawned sitting up as she glanced warily at the girl.
  "Soooo... what did you do yesterday after I left?" Angelica was straight to the point.
  " I read on the veranda, then I went to bed." She answered slyly.
  "Did you leave the window open? I came in here and there was a pile of bird feathers." She tilted her head.
  "Yeah, it was roasting when I came back in. Sorry." She bowed her head down.
  "Ah no, no it's totally fine, just make sure to close it before you fall asleep."
  "Got it."
  Poppy gave the girl a cheeky smile as she hopped off the bed with a wave of her hand. She left the room but her departing seemed cold and even a little hostile toward her. Erika shook her head with a sigh.
  She looked around the room, it.s stillness unsettling. Back at her old home, the orphanage: It was always bustling with life like a market. Now she felt lonely. Her heart sank into her chest as the sudden thoughts filled her mind. She groaned slamming as she slammed her body against her blue sheets.

  "Fuck me, fuck it, fuck you, fuck the world." She groaned in annoyance.

  She decided it would be best to get ready in case she lay in bed all day.
  She sat up rubbing the sleep from her hers in an attempt to wake herself up.
  It didn't take her very long to get changed as she was sure Poppy would barge in. She didn't need any more stress or embarrassment.

  She stood up from the pile of clothes with a frown. She could still see one of the feathers sticking out from where the window was closed. It was almost as if it was placed there purposely as a warning of some kind. Her train of thought was cut off by a thud.

  Turning around she could see that Poppy was lying on the ground with a pained expression. She walked over carefully as poppy coughed awkwardly.

  "What are you doing...did you fall back onto the door?" She asked.
  "Correct my гало." She smiled.
  "What?"She looked down now curious.
  "Halo." Poppy laughed as she reached up for help.
  "Halo? Halo what.... Wait oh, ok then." She shook her head as she helped the girl back onto her feet.
  "Anyway, I came to tell you breakfast is ready. I hope you like chocolate pancakes, ice cream, waffles and a cup of plain tea." She grasped hold of Erika's wrist before she could let go.

  "I'm not hungry sorry." Erika yanked her wrist from the hold.
  "No, come on I'm not letting you go hungry." She groaned.
  It's fine," she gritted her teeth "I'm not hungry."
  "Come on don't be a downer, you didn't even eat dinner last night come." Poppy reached out once more.
  "I'm NOT hungry so leave me alone!" She yelled pushing the girl away.

  They were left in an uncomfortable silence. She hadn't managed to hurt her but shoving her came as a surprise.
  "If you change your mind..." Poppy walked away.

  Erika felt panic well up inside her. She felt sick; Her stomach churned nervously. Erika hadn't meant to lash out. She regretted her actions but she knew eating would to tough. Truth be told she was sure she had some type of eating disorder. On an everyday basis, she starved herself. Angelica would force feed her knowing that she wouldn't eat otherwise.

• Independence.

  oh! great freedom and relief
  when the land is free from her oppressors.
  freedom makes the land feels happy
  the land smiles for joy upon her freedom.
  Because of this thing called "Independence ".

  When the land remembers
  the time her legitimate rights were abuse.
  Titles of her kings were brought down to chiefs.
  Her kingdoms became chiefdoms
  The barbarous trade taking place
  Her natural resources taken at give away prices.
  The land sings for joy.

  When the land look into the future
  How freedom is sweet and blissful
  The land became a lion in searching for it.
  And at dawn,
  The land finally gain her autonomy.

• Its been ages like a stranger i have been existing
  Under harsh glares of indifference and insecurity.
  The quiescent archade beckons me
  To revel in the pleasuance of my fantasy