Am I a good writer? Please read a short section of my story.?
Question by Amanda M: Am I a good writer? Please read a short section of my story.? Is this a good way to start a story? In the end, it's probably ...
Question by Amanda M: Am I a good writer? Please read a short section of my story.?
Is this a good way to start a story?
In the end, it’s probably going to be around 300 pages, if that helps.
Courtney Brooks changed into her new dress the minute she got into her room. After zipping it up at the back and adjusting the thin straps, she walked over to her mirror and gazed at her reflection. A simple yet beautiful string of silver beads lined the hem of the soft, delicate fabric, adding a touch of glamour to the elegant white dress. The size was just right, too, hugging her body in the right places and showing off the curve of her tiny waist. It was perfect.
It had been days since Courtney had felt so happy. Not only had she gotten a dress that made her feel pretty, but it was her birthday. Her fourteenth birthday. It was interesting to think that it had been exactly a year since she’d become a teenager.
Courtney left her room with a smile on her face and headed down the stairs, loving the way the dress fluttered at the bottom when she moved. In the living room, she was greeted by her grandparents.
“So, do you like it?” Mark Brooks asked his granddaughter. His face was glowing with anticipation.
“Like it? Grandpa, I love it!” Courtney replied, hopping over to the white, fluffy couch where Mark lay and giving him a big hug. Julie Brooks walked towards them, tapping her nails against her teeth and staring at the back of Courtney’s head thoughtfully.
“Courtney, your hair’s a mess,” she finally declared.
“Sorry.”
“Leave it alone, Julie. Courtney, you look absolutely stunning,” Mark said reassuringly. Your mother would’ve been proud, he was about to add, but he stopped himself. He didn’t want to make Courtney feel sad on her birthday. “You know, Courtney, I’m the one who picked out that dress,” he said instead.
“Wow, Grandpa… You chose this?” she exclaimed. Mark nodded. It made him happy to see that Courtney obviously adored the dress. After all, he’d spent over an hour in the department store, trying to choose the best dress for her. “Well, I’ve always had a knack for getting presents for ladies,” Mark laughed.
“Yes, you have,” replied Julie, holding up her left hand to reveal the diamond ring on her finger. “My wedding ring. My precious treasure.”
“Aww,” Courtney cooed.
“It’s absolutely gorgeous, isn’t it?” Julie said, waving the ring in Courtney’s face. Mark’s eyes twinkled with pride. “Courtney, when you find a man of your own, you have to make sure he’s got great taste in jewelry.”
“I hardly believe Courtney’s old enough to be thinking about those things, Julie.”
“Well, you can never know these things too early,” Julie replied, turning around to face Courtney. “Honestly, your hair. You’ll never be able to find a man in the first place if you don’t even know how to take care of your appearance.”
“I like my hair like this,” Courtney huffed, twirling a lock of her wavy brown hair with her finger. Her grandmother was always pestering her about her hair, and lately, it had been getting on her nerves a bit.
“Honestly, children these days…” Julie said disapprovingly, shaking her head.
“So, have you gotten a call from Skye yet?” asked Mark, obviously trying to lighten the mood.
“Um… no, not yet,” Courtney answered, relieved that her grandfather had changed the subject. This actually wasn’t such a bright topic either, though. Skye had left for boarding school a little over two weeks ago, and she missed her terribly. Although she wanted to celebrate her birthday with Skye, her coming was definitely not an option, so Courtney had figured that a phone call would have to do. But she’d been checking her phone every five minutes, and there had been no calls whatsoever. She was actually pretty disappointed.
“Well, she’d better call. It’s your birthday, for God’s sake,” said Julie.
“Maybe I’ll call her,” Courtney replied, “I don’t really want to sit around here all day waiting.”
“Yes, you should. Why don’t you go upstairs and call her right now? She’d love to talk to you,” said Mark.
“‘Kay, I will,” Courtney replied, standing up and smoothing out her dress. She was just about to walk back out the door, when she heard loud voices coming from outside the house. Right from the other side of the front door, actually.
“Courtney! Hey! Open the door! Can you hear us?”
Courtney’s eyes widened. “Allie?”
“And me!” came another voice.
“Who?”
“It’s Kaylee! Just open the door!”
“Okay, okay! I will!” Courtney replied, rushing over to the door and unlocking it. She turned the knob and gasped. “Oh my God!”
“Surprise!!” Allie Greg squealed, grinning from ear to ear, “I brought everybody. Happy birthday!”
Since you don’t know the plot, this story may not seem as exciting as it will be. But… am I a good writer?
Best answer:
Answer by Liz Garfield =)
I like it! It’s really nice, chick-flick type book and I’d read it if I saw it in a bookstore. Great beginning, keep up the good work.
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