A little girl with red hair stood at the small window of her tree house, a determined look on her small face. She’s barefoot, wearing shorts and a white T-shirt stained with ketchup from the lunch she had stubbornly refused to eat. Simply because, “Cows have feelings too Mommy!”
Her hamburger now lay on the kitchen table under a paper towel, waiting for her father’s return from work.
“Man the sails!” She yelled, cupping her small hands around her eyes like binoculars, “hoist the anchor, We’re ready to set sail!”
I thought it was cute. I could had a little boy or something and make it a romance. I could do all kinds of things to it. I liked it and I think I also like this writing style. It works for me, I don't like first person anymore. Not since I started Dodger, the Pirate, and the Fire Queen. So tell me what you think.

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