Alteran

Period One: Biology Biology is a unique class. I sit for most of the year in the front. It is taught by Mrs. {Venezuela}, or Mrs. {V}. She is both ...

You Should ask your question here: All you have to do is ask there and someone will tell you. I am assuming the story is set with the Gundam series ...

This is the third in a series of small writing exercises I did describing my high school experiences last year. I took one sheet of paper and filled out both ...

Very enjoyable. I liked the connection. My only fault is a lack of description of the Main Character. All we really nkow is that it's a girl, but other than ...

This is the next part. ^-^v “How sweet of you, Atlanta.” A thread of confusion meandered into the b[s]l[/s]ank of my mind[s].[/s] , Atlanta? Why had he called me that? ...

It does have potential, though you might want to think twice about a prologue. Rather than dump all this information on us, you could give it to us in increments ...

Chapter II: A Dark Priestess “In the name of the father, the son and of the holy spirit. Amen.” “Amen.” “Please be seated.” With a simple wave of his hand, ...

The council lay before me, garbed in robes of traditional white. The three sat upon their wooden thrones, stiff with resolve and age. Their eyes caught the flickering light of ...

Prologue I was looking for another you And I found another one I was looking for another you When I looked round you were gone Stay by my side And ...

umm, I think this would have been better as a short story or something. As a poem it doesn't flow so well and the meaning is muddled in words that ...

I like the dialogue, it was nice and flowing. The narration could use some work though. I like the first person present tense, but you have to be careful of ...

It's not bad, a little info dumped, but you set it up like that. I personally perfer to be introduced the characters and let them reveal the world they live ...

Chapter I: Sanctuary Zane rolled his way down the sloping streets of Ashville Hill. The dark canopy of leaves rustled in the night breeze, sheltering him from the slightest glimpse ...

We touched it in Creative writing, but never really examined the mechanics behind it. It sounds very good. I'm still not fully grasped as to what the meaning was, but ...

When night comes in Madrid, the city wakes up. The girl leaned across steel tables in the tapas bar, a few miles away from Puerta del Sol. Her teeth were ...