LMP

I asked my two-year-old brother what to write about and he said, "Monstow!" (monster) So here it is... The 'thing' bared it's rough, jagged teeth. Scarlet liquid oozed down it's chin and dropped heavily on the perfectly white carpet. It's eyes were as large as a tangerines and stared into my soul with an eerie fuchsia gleam. His skin was thin and torn, almost see-through. Underneath the film of skin was grungy green blood that had unnatural spidery veins. He made a horrible, long shriek that made my brain rattle. The sound was piercing and left spasms of pain against my ear drums as it became too high to fully hear. It crept forward, it's elbows coming first, then it's knees. He threw his small head back and grinned a grin so humanistic I shook with fear. All of a sudden it leaped at me in one, strong bound. It grabbed my neck, pulled me close up to his face and closed his jaw on my throat. Burning needles stabbed my veins and cold blood drizzled

Writers have a certain style they use. Just like everyone has a different way of speaking I guess. That makes them unique and stand out, something I think publishers are searching for. Some writers I really like have a definite style that I've started to look for. Lisa Mangum (author of the Hourglass Trilogy) has a great writing style. It is extremely descriptive, lyrical and pretty. She uses Italian quotes even though she knows the reader might no speak Italian. To me, writers who have their own style are the best kind. In my opinion books that are written from one characters narrative are the easiest way to develop a style. The character has a personality, dialect and voice and so the writing will too.

The next day, December 26th something peculiar happened. Lucy Gray was only 10 years old at the time. She was going ice skating with her sister, Rivoli Holland when she noticed that her snow globe was no where to be found. It wasn't where she left it, by her bed. It wasn't in her room, Rivie's room, or any room in the house. Rivie was 14 then and had just read the Nancy Drew books. She decided it might be fun to tell her little sister it was a big mystery and they just had to solve it. They decided to go to the gift shop by their house since they sold snow globes there. When they entered the big, wooden door and walked in a breeze of snowflakes circled around them....

Once upon a time there was a small girl named Luchia Grace. Everyone called her Lucy Gray. It was the first day of December and she was sitting at her desk writing her letter to Santa. She thought hard about what she should ask for. She stared at the sparkly silver ornament hanging on the tree by her window and thought. And thought.... and thought. She couldn't think of anything special that she wanted Santa's elves to make for her. Then she remembered the beautiful charm bracelet her cousin Rivoli had showed her. Rivoli collected charms and she had 2 bracelet full of them. Lucy Gray wanted something she could collect too, something of her very own. Snow globes ! She thought as she quickly wrote it on her letter. That will be perfect , she thought, This year I will start my collection! Lucy Gray mailed her letter the next day. The following Saturday they hung the holly, made cookies and put up the tree. On December 19th she saw the Nutcracker and loved it. She decided next yea

The lights are down in the cozy house and snow falls outside. The stars barely look through the wispy  clouds and the moon looks like a snow globe suspended in the sky. Inside, there is a bright Christmas tree. The lights twinkle and smile on the curved branches. The star on the top sparkles ivory and the opal orb ornaments reflect the lights. Stained glass balls hang gently, framed by homemade popcorn strings. A jolly gingerbread man floats near a small nutcracker as if telling each other "Merry Christmas!" The crimson, emerald and gold gifts sit near the trunk. Ribbons and bows swirl and wind on top of them.