Extract One: The whole room was painted in a pretty duck-egg blue, with cream furniture and a bedspread that looked as though it had been ironed. OCD much? Callie wandered languidly over to a full-length mirror, the gilt-frame crowded with the kind of not-so-sticky-stickers that come free in magazines. Callie scanned her appearance, tugged at her net-tights, and moved onwards to where Brooke had positioned her bookshelves. ‘How to achieve greatness in seven easy steps’ read one title.
“Weird.” Callie traced her ring-clustered index finger along the binding of the top shelf of books. ‘Maths is fun!’, ‘How to multiply equations, and other exciting maths tricks’ and ‘Need help enunciating? Not anymore!’ were just a small sample of the endless school-related title’s Brooke apparently spent her life reading. Callie glanced at another book: ‘Guess’. Callie pulled it out, intrigued by its non-descript title. Then, she paused. Setting the book aside, she stepped closer to the bookshelf and rummaged around on the top shelf, tossing books left and right as she continued to empty the shelf. A satisfied smile crept onto Callie’s lips as she came into contact with three slim hardback novels. What was Brooke hiding? Preparing herself for the ‘Big Bad Book of Bank Robberies’ or ‘How to become anorexic in three weeks’, or something along those lines, Callie lowered her eyes and absorbed the images and words that filled the front cover of each book. Callie’s brow creased in confusion as she reread the three similar title’s.
“’How to improve your game – Netball for superstars’, ‘Tennis, a sport for life’ and ‘Want to know how to beat them all? A detailed guide into sport and how to be the best’ Can this girl get any freakier?” Callie piled the books back into the shelf in no particular order, her thoughts elsewhere.
^just scan through it if you want, sorry it’s so long.The second extract is shorter.
Extract Two: “It can’t be…” Amber whispered softly, before the blackness set in and she fell slowly to a crumpled heap on the floor. The voices around her swarmed like a cloud of angry bees, yet they we’re full of concern for her welfare. She felt someone grasp her wrist, and yank her upwards sharply, her body flapping like a limp fish.
The hand moved her wrist again, and it caught the side of her face in an awakening slap. Her eyes shot open, and the world reappeared before her azure blue eyes.
They are both written at different ages, as you can probably tell. Which do you prefer? how old do you think i was when i wrote each one? feel free to hate on my writing,, i know im not a genius or anything…i just love writing. Which extract makes you want to read on more? (if any)
Thank you so much in advance!
