The night the girl and her friends went up to there room, and thought of how to become one of the favorites. Well done! This is a good plot idea. If you keep going, Lizzy, I think you could be a great author one day! We could do better on our school! They all agreed. The next day they were super polite, did extra chores, and did better on there school.
Then Mrs. Smith sent the girl to go pick up the milk she had ordered. So she went down the street, and got the basket full of milk jars, then she saw a girl on the sidewalk, she was in ripped clothes and she had orange hair and her blue eyes were filled with tears.
She looked about her age. The Orphan girl went over to her and gave her some milk. She was not crying anymore! The Girl went back to the place where she got the milk and got extra, she said it was so she could get a name, and the man was glad to give her some more. When she got back, her friends came running over and hugged her. She brought the milk to Mrs.
Smith, and she was very happy there was no charge for the extra milk, that she gave the girl a name, it was Jesse! Later that day there was a play going on in town, and they needed actors. Jesse, Axle, and Olivia knew how to act very well. But there was one problem, the play was passed there bed time, and Mrs.
Smith checked on everyone every two hours. So that means that they will have to sneak out. But they need to set up something so that Mrs. Smith will think there still in bed. The Play was Robin Hood, but with the characters as animals. Like the Robin Hood movie from But as a play and 3 years later. They set up a button that when you stepped on it, it would set of the clock alarm, that Olivia programed to sound like snoring.
They snuck out the window and went over to the tent where they were having the play. Luckily it was a kids play, so kids were acting! The cast thought Axle was very funny, because when they were practicing with the weapons Axel hit the wall when everyone else hit the middle of the target, that was funny!
Smith, and then they might get in trouble. So they kept it a secret and laughed about it all that night. The next morning Olivia was sent to get some bread for lunch that day.
She picked up the bread, and accidentally slipped and fell into someones arms. He had very nice clothes on, unlike hers, he had blond hair, and blue eyes! She had never seen a boy like this before. What might your name be? Olivia was so happy, she ran back to the Orphanage to tell her story to her friends. While she went back to her friends, Lukas went home to his Dad, and told him about her.
Back at the Orphanage Olivia was explaining stuff about Lukas. Everyone at the Orphanage disliked Axle, except for Olivia and Jesse. What she said was true, he had never gotten a girl that liked him, crush wise.
When it was Noon, the kids got to go get three baskets of milk jars. So Jesse, Olivia, and Axel went to go get them. While Axel and Olivia were putting the milk into the baskets, Jesse saw the girl on the side walk. What is her name going to be?
She had a blue and pink scarf on. It was very strange to have a pet Llama, live in an alley, and keep it all a secret from everyone but her new friends. That meant she must be a Orphan too! I had to run away because it was so bad! They told the milk man to take care of Lluna, and he promised that she could see her Llama any time! So the four friends walked to the Orphanage…. So they went in side, and saw Mrs. I will help you unpack your stuff.
Where is all your stuff? Then she went upstairs to room They realized that this was not Jesse, Axel, and Olivias room. It was the bullies room! The bullies were so mean and they would totally kick the girls hind. He pushed the alley girl over and then Jesse, and the rest of them over.
They ran out the door and into room 13, where Jesse, Axel, and Olivia slept. Jesse and Olivia helped Petra find witch bed she was going to sleep in, while Axle went to get some bread. When he got there, he saw lots of yummy bread, and he thought, that he might make a friend, or meet someone like Olivia and Jesse did.
But he could not find anyone to meet. The milk stand and the bread stand were across the street from each other, so he went over to talk to Lluna while he waited for the bread to be ready. Axle could not believe it! That was the boy that Olivia met that one day! I can take you there after i get some bread! They walked and talked, and Axle thought he had made a new friend! Can Petra come too? The more the merrier! It was the biggest house the Orphan kids had ever seen!
When Lukas rang the door bell, a tall old man opened the door with a smile, he had glasses, gray hair, and blue eyes, Witch made Jesse, interested in the man. What might your names be? The Orphans were amazed. Lukas brought them into the dinning room. The table looked like it could fit 10 families at once! I really liked your story. I hope you continue to write and I look forward to reading your books one day.
I really like your idea! The kingdom she ruled. Her twin sister Joule wrinkled her nose. Ray studied the squabbling fairies. She had trained with the saber, like Joule, but not nearly as hard. Ray also suspected he was a genius, but he was certainly no help with controlling the fairies that bickered on either side of him as he sat, quietly observing them without seeing them or being seen.
His orange wings barely gave off any light, contrasting noticeably with the wings of the others, which were glowing nearly red with fury. Noticeable to Ray, but apparently not to the rest of the self-absorbed council, which never glanced at him once. Sand tried to move seats unobtrusively, but all eyes were now on him.
I want to talk to someone in charge! And Saaaaaand! Stop looking at Cyclone like that! I hate you! I hate all of you! Ray dug her nails into her fist. He had been trying to become king instead of her ever since she became queen, two years earlier, when her father Raptor was killed by the hypnoformers.
They were creatures, entirely composed of ancient magic and hate, that could hypnotize any fairy, human, or merperson, and could turn into a perfect replica of them as well. They had been ruled by Lady Ivy, a traitorous member of the royal family of Aura.
Ray suspected that Ivy had been working with Queen Tundra of Glaciem, but she had no way to prove it, and kept those conspiracy-theory-like thoughts to herself. Except for the moose part. Ray mostly found it comical. She would prefer to be as different from him as possible.
Someone who plods stupidly around in Glaciem, eating off the ground and dying often. Plural is meese, because if multiple gooses are geese, then multiple mooses are meese. An example could be you, Adder. As the youngest council member, only fourteen, just like Ray and Joule, he was liable to get voted out. Ray knew Adder would very much like to see him off the council, because he was the only one not gullible enough to make him king.
The tension in the room kept growing tauter, and Ray knew she had to stop their arguing, or a fight could really break out.
Nobody listened. With the sudden movement, Ray noticed a small dagger sheathed and attached to her leather belt. It had been previously been concealed by the ceremonial cape both sisters wore.
Ray frowned. Weapons were not allowed in the meetings. She knew that Joule would never use it, but if any order was to be salvaged in Calor, rules should be followed, even by the queen and her sister. Everyone looked toward Joule fearfully. Ray sometimes felt that her sister might have been a better queen, despite the occasional flouting of trivial laws. Joule could usually keep the council in line. She was a better fighter and a fairly good leader. Apart from that basic trait, nothing.
When the heir to the throne of Aura, Lapis, had taken a portion of their magic to defeat the hypnoformers, Joule had made a slight mistake and given Lapis every drop of power she had for the hugely difficult spell. Normal magic was things like enchanting a brick to float in a cloud.
Difficult to learn but not life-changing. A problem she could figure out how to solve. Wispy gray hair sprouted from the crown of his mostly bald head.
Five fairies were killed and there was a riot as well. On the wall of the building there was a message, which I will not repeat. Photos were taken of the crime scene. The council passed them around the table like a gruesome game of show-and-tell.
They showed the once-pristine building in shambles. Both red and orange wing blood splattered everywhere. Desks had been thrown on their side and paperwork lay everywhere. Get out! It was signed in dark red: The Ironmob. Beside the bone chilling warning was an insignia. Ray peered closer at the picture. It was a black rectangle, vertical, with one red line on the right side going all the way down it, then on the right side there were three red lines, the shortest one in the middle, and the longest at the top.
Ray wondered if it was symbolic of anything or if it was just the first thing this Ironmob thought of. Considering the hypnoformers had stolen her magic, that was not the most sensitive thing a mind reader could say. Arid cleared his throat. Other ideas? Also during the Hypnoformer War, Lapis had briefly gone into her own past using a complicated spell cast by Oak, the king of Aura, but still had not been able to change anything. Messing up the future in a big way was nothing anybody needed.
I hate humans! You hate everything, you annoying, immature little moose. Ray decided to keep the retort to herself. Or at least as much as you could when one of the people in the room was actively reading your mind. Joule wordlessly passed it to Ray, who gave it a small orange zap of magic. Its curved walls folded out and out until it was a cube, about half a meter tall.
On each side, a video began to flicker. If you do not allow us to take back what we deserve, we are not afraid to resume the war. After all, there was never a treaty that prevented us from doing just that, only a war that was slightly more important. Glaciem awaits your response. Ray agreed, but she would not have phrased the question that way.
This was a complicated moral issue. It was true that the humans were still dumping poison into the sky and, since it was warmer, Glaciem had lost some sky that had previously belonged to them because their boundaries were defined by cold climate.
They had been at war on and off for more than fifty years. He might even have been sitting at the head of the council table, at the seat that the queen currently occupied. Nope, not the time. Ray cut off the wishful train of thought before she felt worse than she already did. She plastered on her business face and prepared for the slew of bad ideas that her council would put forth. She stomped over to Vulture, the plump councilman who had apparently been sleeping throughout the meeting.
She stomped on one of his feet, grossly wedged into oversized dress shoes, and he woke up with a groan. His four chins wobbled as he spoke. The side of her mouth twitched in a slight smile. When all was said and done, Joule was right. I wish you the best with your writing, and I hope you move forward to write even more books.
Her skin was fair with a youthful glow. Smith sent the girl for the milk she had ordered, so she walked cheerfully down the street, collecting not got the basket full of milk jars. Good job Lizzy. Adjectives describe things better and help your readers visualise the scene more clearly and make your writing more colourful. Nice draft! If you want to see my draft, see here: warning: contains some violence Who would have thought that an envelope containing an ominous message heralding a murder would arrive in the mail?
Neither did Raymond Whiteford, a detective by profession; he was just having an ordinary morning until it arrived — the envelope. The warning had sent an icy chill down his spine. Norman Wilkens was an old friend who had been supportive by lending him money when he nearly faced bankruptcy.
His kindness was a debt which Raymond could never repay. If he had died because Raymond called the authorities, he would never forgive himself. But the writer was ransoming his friend and wanted him to witness a murder. Raymond had and bring him to justice if this prophecy really would happen. Just then, a wave of realisation hit him: the wedding was today. How could he have forgotten? A life was at stake. Not one, possibly two.
The message promised a murder. He had to act quick. Fortunately, the wedding venue was close by, only a couple of blocks away. The wedding time was am. The clock read — he was late, possibly too late. He scurried down the crumbling concrete stairs of his aging flat, covering parts of his hands with rusted flakes of iron as he slid them down the bannister.
As he unlocked the iron gate, he pulled his coat closer to him as the frosty November wind tugged against it. The last thing he wanted was two murders today.
This was exactly the kind of place that was perfect to commit a murder in. All a murderer had to do was turn off the lights, and a murder among this wide space would go unrecognised as long as he disposed of the body. You can use Word to count how many words you have written in a document. We need to count words if we are writing for a publication that asks us to stay within a set number of words. We also need to count words when we write a novel. Generally speaking, a novel has 80 words.
Daily word counts are one of the first things students ask about on our writing course. If you set a goal of or 1 words and you keep it every day, you feel as if you have accomplished something. If you want to be a published writer, you should cultivate a writing routine.
Creating a habit of writing — even if what you are writing is not good — is vital. Many authors believe that you should write every day, saying that it helps them write with more confidence and improve the quality of what they write. The more you do it the easier it gets. Writing every day also helps you to clear your mind.
It can be therapeutic if you do it regularly. You will also find that you generate ideas and material for future books in the process. Keep these bits and pieces in notebooks or files on your computer. The only way to become a better writer is by practising. Some writers say that they need to write to find out what they really think about a subject, because writing forces you to think. If you want to set a goal for daily word counts, use a daily writing prompt to encourage you.
Sign up here ]. Nobody really knows, but here are the daily word counts of 39 famous authors. Please bear in mind that a double-spaced manuscript page contains approximately words.
Get a FREE daily writing prompt. Sign up here. Top Tip : Find out more about our workbooks and online courses in our shop. Author Holly Black Words I try to write a thousand words every day. I do this to keep myself honest, saying exactly when I wrote what part of the book.
Pace yourself. A thousand words a day is a good ticking over amount. Write 1, words a day, five days a week, before you do anything else. Author Sophie Kinsella Words I try to write 1, words a day. Sometimes I do that by 11 a. Once you start writing a book, make time to write every single day. Find a comfortable number of words for you to write each day and stick to that number. I am comfortable with words. My minimum is words a day… Those words might well be rubbish — they often are.
But then, it is always easier to return to rubbish words at a later date and make them better. Author Barbara Kingsolver Words I tend to wake up extremely early with words flooding into my brain. Make sure you write a minimum number of words every day. Author Sebastian Faulks Words When I am writing a book I work from ten till six every day in a small office near my house. I never write less than a thousand words a day.
More people should have it. Author Kate DiCamillo Words My goal is two pages a day, five days a week. After I write, I go to work at the bookstore. There must be finished words-not almost right words. I did this for nine months, and at the end of nine months, I had a novel. Over twenty years I have probably averaged five hundred words a day for five days a week. I can produce a novel in a year, and that allows time for revision and the correction of the typescript.
I have always been very methodical, and when my quota of work is done I break off, even in the middle of a scene. Skip to content. October 12, nedhayes.
Mark Twain Manuscript Page Years ago, I read about an archive of Mark Twain unpublished drafts and manuscripts that had been found in a moldering library by a group of scholars. So how many words do writers write per day?
And how many words should you be writing a day? Enjoy and keep writing! Author Erle Stanley Gardner Words The real trouble with the writing game is that no general rule can be worked out for uniform guidance, and this applies to sales as well as to writing.
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