I am a teenage wanna-be writer! My dreams are being a best-selling author!
The people that inspire are indeed great ones.
J.K Rowling for instant. She wrote when everything seemed to be lost. But, she never gave up! How great is that? Rick Riordan is a great one too, I love his ideas and how he shares other religions with children.
My mom and dad are a big support for it too. They don't patronize me but actually give me tips on writing and correct my grammar. My English teacher is also a good part of that.
I like to write about depressing things when I write rather short stories, and they move people. As in feeling-wise, you know? This is one of the short stories I am talking about:
Ryan dug through the remains of his home. He had been so worried about yelling at his sister, Ryan didn't even check on the stove.
"Stop being so nosy, Asia!" Ryan exclaimed.
Asia looked sobered, "Why are you yelling at me? All I asked is what are you cooking."
"AND what are you doing? AND who are you talking to. STOP BEING SO ANNOYING!"
Asia ran up to her room crying. Ryan turned back around and was fixing to walk into the kitchen, as he saw the flame licking under the door. Ryan hollered and ran out, totally forgetting about Asia's safety.
Now he regrets what he had said to her. The remains scorched Ryan's fingers, but he kept looking for her. Finally, he saw her blackened body, scorched from the flames. There was still a bit of fire running on her hair, and Ryan pinched his fingers around it, making it go out.
"Asia," he sobbed, "I would take anything back to have you here right now.
Asia was clutching onto her dolly from when she was a baby, and Ryan hesitantly took it out of her hands, as if Asia might break if he wasn't delicate.
He hugged the doll tightly and whispered, "Asia... I love you. Please come back.
Now, didn't that move you? I'm feeling all depressed now -.-. Anyway, this is about me wanting to be a author and how I go through it all. Exercises and stuff like that.
I'd love for your feedback and what you would like me to change about my stories, and please don't patronize me. What I mean by that is, please don't baby me as if I can't take the truth. I really don't like it when people do that.
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