Alright, like I said, I am going through and editing EVERYTHING. Here is the very beginning, before chapter one =) I just did all of this in under an hour, it is totally different than the original one. Tell me what you think, and if anything needs to be changed let me know.

I sat on the cotton sheets of the bed I had been provided. My shoulders hunched over as I watched my feet dangle about an inch above the floor.

   Our resting point was basically like the rest of the Tundra. Desolate, flat, wet, cold, and full of dread. The world must have been really breaking down... why...

    We set up our last three tents and piled in... I hadn't eaten since I had found the camp... this... this never was... I looked at the weapon Stranz had given me. It was practically a dagger, for it was only about one foot, blade length. So many thoughts... so many fears... they were waging an endless war in my head. I looked at Nathan. He was setting up our straw beds. I never should have dragged him into this... He looked scrawnier and I realized he hadn't eaten ever since we left the village. We had recently just been two teenagers, and now we were hunting massive flying siege weaponry. Funny, how lives change. My head pulsed, and my heart throbbed. Was I actually looking for my dad? I didn't know... what did I bring myself into...

Journeys of Strave
Episode One: The Quest

   We came crashing down to the earth. Getting up quickly to continue our sprint, the hissing was directly upon us. "NO!" I thought. We had been so close. I was more angry than scared. I turned to face our threat. Sure enough, the log we had tripped on was a massive trunk of a snake. Though I was exceptionally angry at how close we had come, my face palened to a white whiter than snow. Guilliton, the ferocious beast of the Dark Woods, was facing us right there on the spot."What a tassssty lunch I have here," Guilliton taunted us sarcasticly. She slithered toward us. She had an orange coating of scales, with spots of black on her. She seemed more than sixty feet long and had vicious foot long fangs. My heart was near thumping out of my chest. The cries of the other beasts in the distance was now getting nearer, but it was worthless worrying about them.

Hey guys and gals. So I started writing my book today which is weird because I'm an artist not a writer. Anyways, I just finished the first 2 chapters and i want to know what ya'll think of it. So please comment and be truthfull about it. Thanks.

♥Laura B.

Max’s eyes snapped open, he heard screams. K.C.’s screams.
      He jumped from his makeshift bed and burst through the tent flap, a red, flatbed truck was rumbling away on the mountain road. Two masked figures were holding a screaming, pale figure with fiery red hair by the waist. Max broke into a run, trying to catch up with the truck.
     “MAX! MAX!” K.C. shrieked, “HELP! MAX! PLEASE! DON’T LET THEM TAKE ME! PROMISE YOU’LL FIND ME! PROMISE!”
       One of the figures grabbed her head, forced it back and emptied some liquid into her mouth. Her big golden eyes looked fearfully at Max before rolling back into her head.

Rise of the Nepithromac

Chapter One

By Mikey P.

    Running against the strong winds and pouring rain, Etalad rides his black stallion into Wark forest. This madness must end. It must end soon, and I intend to make it happen. He thinks as the rain beats upon his forest green hood. In the distance Etalad hears the pounding steps of one hundred horseback riders coming up along the trail. My horse grows tiresome. I must find shelter soon. Seeing a massive hollow tree he pulls the reigns and leads his horse into the trunk. In the dry shelter of the tree Etalad sits against the hard wooden wall to rest. The sounds of the night and the rain hitting the already wet ground lull him to sleep…..

Matzi and the Zebra By Mary Lynn S Chapter 1 A Treasure is Found “Momma, I’m tired,” muttered Matzi through her clenched teeth. “I’m tired of working for that awful Mr. Craig. My back hurts, and I want some water.” Momma stopped abruptly and swung around to face her daughter. “I am too. And you know what? So is everybody else here. They all wanna leave, they all wanna be free and live on their own and have normal, payin’ jobs. But what’re we gonna do about it, huh? What are we gonna do?” Matzi’s cheeks burned with a mix of shame and anger as her mother turned around as her mother’s narrow jaw tensed and her eyes hardened. A couple other slaves glanced up from their work, and Momma gave them a harsh look that immediately humbled them and they resumed their tasks. Matzi was a slave girl in the summer of 1697.