Writing improvement?

So, the first time I really got into writing was in 5th grade when I had to write a fantasy story. Of course, it was amazing, but I didn’t finish it before the end of the year when it was due. I thought about it early last year, and finally finished it.

Now, I write very often. Not only here, but I write short stories as well. The longest one that I’ve wrote this year was 11 pages long. I think the other 5th grade story was around 22. I think I’ve improved a lot since then, however.

Here’s part of the story from 5th grade:

“To the other students just coming out of their rooms, it must have been quite a sight seeing Harluma rushing out of her room towards the cafeteria, with her gray eyes wide and her hip length blue hair waving behind her. “Hey Smurf! You gonna throw up? Beter rush to Mommy.” The students called out. Harluma just rolled her eyes as she rushed past. Maybe they’d stop after they figured out that she (hopefully) saved the professor. Nah, they’d just tease her more.

When she stopped zoning out she realized that she’d run way past the cafeteria. “Great. Just great. Now I have to run back. Maybe this wouldn’t have happened if I had run by the main entrance.” she muttered. Turning around a corner, she made her way to the main entrance so that if it happened again, whoever was there would notice her.”

I kinda like how the full story there turned out, but I feel like my general writing style has improved so much more. I’m proud of that. I really like my current writing style, and I’m really proud of it.

Here’s something that I’m working on writing now:

“We talked as we walked. Jason talked about his family. Apparently, his dad spent most of his time in his room, doing work and mourning the loss of his mother. Jason’s mother had died when there was an attack on the palace a few years before. Apparently his dad never got over it, and shut himself in his room. He became overprotective of Jason, because he was the only family left.

I also learned a lot about Jay. They had no parents, but they lived with their older sister. They also had a younger brother and sister, who they would protect forever. They seemed very fond of their siblings. They also missed their parents. They died when Jay’s house set on fire. If not for their older sister, they would have been put in an orphanage. They look up to their older sister a lot.”

I love how this part turned out. I think that once I finish this story it’ll be really great. I’m still working on it as of right now, but I think that in a few weeks it’ll be done.

Ya know, this post might me one of the longest ones I’ve ever had.

Bye for now!

~Kirstin Zaske 3-5-20

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