emmylou1995

My character's name is Lizabeth Orwell. She is a very bold girl who lives with her band of freedom fighters in the middle of New York City. What she does ...

Here's how this works. I will begin with the name of my character, and then a description of him/her. I will end my post asking "What's your character's name?" to ...

Judging by the fact that I have never seen either of these things, I would say Illithid because it is a cooler word. What is your biggest fear?

Pale skin and eyes closed with red hair splayed on the pillow, a fake smile plastered upon her lips, and her stomach freshly swollen. Memories behold, my mothers laugh: a ...

A World At Rest She used to tell me stories of magic and bewilderment. Dancing fairies, weeping roses, redwoods tall and proud. A lake of glass, an eternal mosaic composed ...

This poem is meant to have a Latin theme/feel to it; the Bolera is a type of Latin dance. The hills echo with the melodies of the castanets, and dawn’s ...

This was horrible and gruesome. Personally, a little too much. I think that it would be best if you added more to this. A girl (or guy) just died. Thats ...

This was a very interesting poem. I liked it. For one, I think you could go into more detail about what is going on. Who is the man, who is ...

All I could feel at that moment was the immobilizing fear and shame that resonated deep within my bones. I could feel it pulsating in my ears, overcoming the drone ...

I took a step towards the glowering stars overhead, knowing that the farther I wandered, the closer I came to meeting my fate. My heart was quiet, except for the ...

Okay, Emmy here to review. First of all, I loved the idea of the poem. It was kind of cliche but I liked the phrases you used. I think that ...

This is horribly and painfully beautiful.

Sabora arrived home at four thirty, long after her dad had expected her. She felt horrible about having to stay after school, but there really was nothing she could have ...

The school building rose high into the sky. Its gray bricks appeared so dull and lifeless, a humble mass of stone. It was the first day of school, summer gone, ...

I definitely act out my characters dialogue. I will pretend to be one character in my head and talk like they would to the other ones. Even though sometimes its ...