LMP

The man was peculiarly dressed, he wore a jet black cloak and a dirty orange scarf, that clashed horribly. His hair was unusually pure brown, with no hint of gray. His eyes were bright green and he had a wise look to him. Although he should look young, with his hair and bright eyes, the man somehow looked at least older than sixty. Even his wrinkles were scarce, it looked more like he was smiling without his mouth. "What can I help you with girls?" He asked in a soft, but direct way. "Umm, we were just coming to look at snow globes, but it seems we've come to the wrong store." Rivie told him in her confident manner. "Aaah.. snow globes. Well, you could always read about them. I'm sure I could find a book here somewhere. What's so special about them anyway? When you could travel to distant lands and have adventures, by only turning pages?!" His thoughts were scrambled and he got more angry the more he spoke. "That's ok, we'll j...

What do you look for in a friend? How important are your friends to you? Besides family, friends can be the best source for advice, complements, and a listening ear . Friends have an impact on all of us, whether it's for the good or the bad. We choose our friends , and it's important to pick friends that will make us better. I always want my friends to be positive and fun to be around. Another important attribute I definitely want my friends to have, is loyalty. Lastly, I look for things we have in common. I want to be around people who are positive and looking at the bright side. Negative people bring you down, and you always feel like you have to solve their many problems. It's easy to have a good time with peers who are upbeat and trying to have fun too. Generally, people who are happy and kind to everyone, have way more friends. I've found that I've subconsciously stayed way from negative people, and I'm surrounded by uplifting ones, who make me feel good...

I'm sure you're all dying to know what happened to Luchia Grace, right? Well, after Rivie convinced her to go to the snow globe shop, they came to a large wooden door. They'd never seen this one before, the door the shop usually had was old and green. They looked at each other, then Rivie reached for the gold handle and turned it... A gust of frigid wind billowed through the key hole, and the door swung open with an eerie squeak. The girls were pulled into the shop as they fought against the invisible robe that yanked them inside. They caught their breath and looked around the shop. Thousands of books lined the walls. They were gold, silver, platinum, scarlet and orange. All glowing, Christmas colors, except the neon orange. "There aren't any snow globes here Rivie!" Lucy whispered. "I think we came to the wrong shop." Rivie said, leading Lucy to the door. As they turned, an old small man walked out from behind a book case...

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...