1) Is my story free of typos?
2) Is my dialogue (and overall story) formatted correctly?
3) My main characters desire or want is _.
In the novel: at first to find her mother, then to find something to make the world
Candle In the Night
Dreary and chilly one winters night,
Hands frozen trapped in the dead air
The wind is heavy, but dies down in sight
Even with my nightgown, I feel so bare
Reach out of my pocket for a match to light
Struggle against th
Elaine Guerrero is content with her carefully constructed, and isolated life. She has her surface
friends, her mother, and her dog Maximilian to keep her sane. Her life is fine. Just fine. Then the
Blight strikes. Elaines firs
Part I: Damen
Ive hated the sun for as long as I can remember. It shines so brightly some days that
you have to squint your eyes so that they dont tear up from the rays. It shows off its power
when it gives you sun burn, ignoring the ten dollar sunscreen
I hate prologues. I really do. Whenever I had to read one in the many books I was assigned, I
slipped right over them. Just tell me the story already. Really. I dont need a prologue. Or just put
a chapter above it. There. Replace Prologue with Chapter 1.
That was the night I discovered the sound that would haunt my every night, and every
dream I've had since I first heard it.
Max's hot breath on my face jerked me awake. I rubbed tired eyes and tried to adjust to
A chorus of drums and hammers where pounding away in my head. My entire body was
so stiff I feared I would tear something if I moved an inch. It took me a few hazy moments to
realize that I was laying on a cot inside the
On the night I saw my father for the last time after months apart, it was raining. Not the sort
of rain that makes quickly moving rivulets in the gutter. That night, it was a heavy mist. It stuck
to my face and arms like a second loose skin, trappi
I was walking through back to the car when I heard the screams and gunshots. Very
human, very scared screams. Not the inhuman yowlings of the clickers or the rough shrieking
that an infected person's voice had.
I don't k
During the time I was running, I didn't dream. When I got the chance to close my eyes, it
was always a light sleep that was easily disturbed and never quite comfortable. Maybe I did
dream, but I never remembered the