Question by James: Does this book idea sound good?
this is exactly what I have so far. Give me your honest opinions I dont mind. What age groups do you think this would focus on? Anything I should change? I support honesty so you know what to do…
I want you to picture somethinng for me… Every story is a work of art. Some unsuspecting author has the courage to mingle thousands of words into a glorious masterpiece. It has countless colors, and an indestructable mental image. Only a zesty imagination knows this-fore it’s hard to find creative people these days, and even harder to find creative people with an expressive attitude.Now picture a secluded valley, a foggy village tucked away in the corner. Icy gray mountains and lush green vegetation. The village has a lucent, and sparkally river running on its outskirts. It comes from a waterfall thats toppling over one of the silvery mountains. This village is slightly dilapidated, it’s been slowly,yet majestically, deteriorating for centuries. But the people, like it, grew up slow, and age even slower. It’s hard to find good, unspoiled and mysterious atmosphere like this. Yet the birds sing and the people talk. They talk of the mysteries and riches possibly hidden in the tall mountains and thick forests. The village is quiet, so the people are quiet too. Word of the village does not travel beyond the mountain line. Few times do outsiders walk across the moist lands that the villagers have traveled on for generations. They raise steady farms and plant nonchalant produce. They wake up eager with hopes of news that never comes. It’s a steady, but strong lifestyle. Chosen by those willing to let go of their daring will for exploration. Cowarded into the so-called sanctity of the village and never journeying into the thick wilderness, the will for adventure seems, of the utmost, sullen.Independent people, living in independent ways. Families have close bonds, but you never see anyone with the will to care for others. Not since many generations. The faces are pale because not much sunlight reaches the village. Half of the villagers have never expierienced the tingling warmth of the rays of the sun. These being mostly children, are shrouded by the judgmental and serious opinions of the older adults. Nature has a curious gift. She can tie us up or set us free. She can make us legends or hide us in humiliation and shame. When great storms take down the strongest of cities or high mountains are revolted in the wrath of an earthquake. A volcano erupts and destroys the thought-of undestroyable great trees and underbrush. Covering it in ashes in mere moments. One sigh of relief can be motioned though, but only one. Nature has taken gruesome pitty on the forest. An acorn, a mere acorn is like gold in the hands of the muddy ashes. Out of the acorn sprouts a stem of plant flesh which is an unmistakable sign of life. In generation over generation this acorn sprouts into a mighty oak tree and creates a new forest. One stronger and more agile than the last.
CHAPTER ONE.Pamelia’s pale face stared out the large brass window.
Best answer:
Answer by The Booker
you are a very decriptive writer. That is a very good quality. I like your writing style and you know what your are writing about and dont trail away from the piont
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