Mritha
Legendary AdventureGuide!
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As you were feeling down about the plot of your story, I took it upon myself to rewrite your first two paragraphs. Original quote:
I was running through the dark alleyways with them behind me. I ran with the speed of a rogue and the stealth of a ninja. As I ran not a sound could be heard. I can’t believe that I have to resort to stealing just to eat. I thought to myself. My name is Razor, and I am a rogue. I have always wanted to train as a warrior, but father had insisted I trained as a rogue. If I had trained as a warrior though…he may…he may still be alive to. I might have been able to protect Mother too. But I couldn’t save them. All I have to remember them by are is this odd pair of daggers that have an orb that looks like the moon lit with black flames that has silver in them. The day those skeletons came wielding weapons and shields with the brand of the shadowscythe, i lost my parents. I swore that I would bring down Sepulcher for taking my parents away from me that day. “THERE HE IS!” I heard somebody yell. They were right behind me. I backed up but got stuck in a corner. I whimpered as they came closer and closer to arrest me and kill me. That’s when they struck… Now with a little added detail, thought, and action. quote:
I was running through the dark alleyways, trying to escape. With the speed of a rogue and stealth of a ninja not a sound could be heard as my feet lightly brushed the pavement. I can’t believe I have to resort to stealing just to eat. I thought to myself as I left over a fallen trashcan. I am known as Razor, and though I always wanted to be a warrior my father insisted I train as a rogue. Though I often wonder…had I become a warrior would he still be alive? And what of mother? Could I have saved her too? I shook my head to clear it; I must stay focused if I am to escape. Gripping my daggers tighter I forced myself to run even faster, the wind rushing through my hair and whilstling in my ears. These daggers were one of two things that I had left of my family. The other was a strange orb that resembled the moon and was lit with black flames edged in silver. Many years ago when the skeletons came wielding weapons and shields branded with the mark of the Shadowscythe, I lost my parents to their cruel blades and swore revenge on Sepulchure. “THERE HE IS!” I heard someone yell. They were right behind me! I raced around a corner only to find my path blocked by a dead end. Backing into a corner I whimpered as the slowly approached to arrest, and possibly kill, me. That’s when they struck… This is to give you an idea of how good your story can be if you take the time to add detail and descriptions to it. There is nothing wrong with the plot of your story, just use your imagination and picture the scene in your mind. Write down what you see, every color, every smell, every sound. What is happening to Razor, what is he feeling?
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