I have few stories started, but I never seem to finish them, I’m not sure why. I also seem to struggle with finding right words to describe my ideas. Any advice? 1 month ago

Mostly love story. But it is not finalized yet. I want to write very simple yet interesting story which people (my friends) will love to read. I believe I can write a good love story, I need to think about the overall plot before starting it. 2 months ago

I’ve realized probably the biggest reason I don’t really finish my stories or books. I have a good imagination and I’m proud to say that I can come up with some really good plots and storylines, but then, after becoming absorbed in them and learning every detail, I find myself unable to write it because

a) I feel like I’m not worthy enough or that I won’t be able to express the plot as well as I’d like.

b) After planning the main plot I stick to that too much so I find it difficult to root out and add some small occurences.

Any hints or tips are welcomed!
Thanks :) 4 months ago

Hey there :)

I’ve decided to write a book about a couple’s romance. I might add some cryptozoology (that’s the theme I write best) but I might not.

What kind of exciting events can happen? It won’t be like Mills & Boon or anything – I’m looking for exiting disasters, problems etc… that can crop up in the plot.

Feel free to comment or mail me!

Thanks so much!:) 4 months ago

I don’t know what really happened that night, but it left deep imprints on me.

Through my experience i shall never want anyone to believe on the existence of spirits…......even i couldn’t understand what was happening with me.

Its quite obvious that in the era of Science everyone has a thirst of reason, for any of their usual or superficial observations.

Science cant explain spirits….......but i have failed to get the scientific reason of my experience.

I shall simply describe whatever i saw that night,...........however i must ensure you all that at that night i was fully conscious. I was not at all drowsy or drunk.

ARMAPUR: 16-04-2007….........I had passed class 8 and attended some of the classes in 9-B. My father on this very year got a fruitful outcome of his request for his transfer to DUM DUM. However, i had mixed emotions.

For the last time, i wanted to ride my bicycle through the streets of my locality and even within the entire limits of Armapur.

It was a cloudy evening. I suspected it may Rain. but ignoring the storm that i was going to encounter with, i decided to usher my journey.

Finally i reached near my school.

I took a sharp turn and started to ride my bicycle through a narrow road. There used to be a graveyard silence in this road. However there were people living in their homes on the either side of the road. The darkness of the clouds by the time increased all the more. All of a sudden, there was load shedding and probably the entire Armapur region had to face it. i found it quite difficult to ride over the stones. My ultimate fear came to greet me. It started raining cats and dogs.

To add more difficulties to my ride, the thunder roared as if it was threatening me. Luckily there was a cycle stand, and i got the shade to save myself from the chill cold of the rain.

Within 30 minutes the rain slowed down. Only a few drops were falling. It was still very dark. I could not see beyond a metre. Suddenly I felt as if someone whispered my name. I turned back. I was so happy to see my friend Ankur, who was my next door neighbor. He was also carrying a lantern in his hand. He asked me to double carry. I took the Lantern from his hand and carefully put it in the basket. This arrangement was going to help me see the way. He sat on my carrier and i started to ride. I asked him what he was doing there. He cautioned me to ride the bicycle carefully instead of talking. He assured me that he would tell me everything when we reach our destination. I agreed to him.

In fine, we reached our home. I got off from my cycle and was shocked.

Though the lantern was still in the basket, but there was no one in the carrier. I got worried. Within no time,I

went to his home to inform his mother. I knocked the door and when Mrs Muhuri opened the door i told her everything.

After listening to me she was dumbstruck. She told me that Ankur was ill. I could see Ankur lying in his bed. He was fast asleep.

I could not understand what was going. I returned home and told this to my mother. She calmed me giving the tag of “an illusion” to my interpretation, but it was definitely not an illusion. I had seen Ankur clearly In the light of the Lantern.

Even today whenever i think about that night , I ask myself,”WHO WAS HE?” 4 months ago

I love writing, its aways been a long time passion of mine. I would love to eventually release a book for free on amazon and see where it will bring me. :) 6 months ago

sometimes you’ve just gotta get the feel going through you and put words on paper. today after lots of productive work stuff i felt the rhythm of my imagined world, so i did some storyboarding. sifting through relevant tumblr images definitely kept things going. 8 months ago