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message 1: by Lucy (new)

Lucy Hi, this is my writing! I am 11 and want to be an author when I grow up! Here is some of my stuff ....... (!)


message 2: by Lucy (new)

Lucy The Witch

The river surrounding the barrier was thick. An inch or so wide, a gab the size of a grain of sand, then a great metre of glass.
The malevolent witch sat in her tower, great walls of heaving stone guarding her. She smiled deviously at her work, mildly impressed. The two groups, the mad - then good, were on either sides - aware that they were trapped with each other. They could also, thankfully, only see each other for a brief amount of time. Because when there 'window' opened, then closed,
Was when the real danger began.


message 3: by Ben (last edited Feb 08, 2015 08:07PM) (new)

Ben Wong (bendwong) | 8 comments The concept's pretty interesting! I probably couldn't write that well when I was eleven.
Also: Typo on the first line, I think it's 'gap' instead of 'gab'. And I think this might be in the wrong section, should be in 'Share Your Writing'.
Good luck with the story!


message 4: by Lucy (new)

Lucy Thanks!! Will change it


message 5: by Roxanne (last edited Feb 09, 2015 01:55PM) (new)

Roxanne Shriver (roxannexshriver) You definitely have a way with description; that's really important for an author. I enjoyed this piece a lot, and I hope you'll be adding some more writing soon. :)

Best of luck with publishing! I know you'll get there soon, from what I've seen so far. ^w^


message 6: by Lucy (new)

Lucy Thank you so much - they were really kind words. Your writing was creative and really unique! I also look forward to reading your work too!


message 7: by Lucy (new)

Lucy Dangers of the night

With a sword clutched in her right, shaking hand, she ran. The impact of this wobbly jog, resulted in the sword dropping to the ground.
"Oh no," Katy whispered under her unsteady breath. She was going to die.
The ghost - a thin whisky layer of gruesome body parts - flew on. It was fast. Real fast.
Katy quickly decided to catch back her breath. In the minute she'd aloud herself to, she passed out.
When she woke up, she was not in the cobbled alleyways of nowhere.
She was in a graveyard.


message 8: by Roxanne (new)

Roxanne Shriver (roxannexshriver) Lucy wrote: "Thank you so much - they were really kind words. Your writing was creative and really unique! I also look forward to reading your work too!"

You're very welcome. And thanks! ^w^


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