darkkid102

Thats pretty cool. I haven't chosen a good pen name yet, but there is one that has come to mind. Mikala Kendall (Mee-kah-lah kendall) some anime friends could just refer to me as mika-chan haha.

I would use a pen name for sure. My name, Cassandra, is too common. I don't want to use my last name, because put simply, I don't have a real one. Not yet. I have had 2 in the past, but they don't suit me for different reasons. I will have a good one some day. But until then, I would get a really cool and catchy pen name :)

Well, it's just a good idea to get a good feel for what you envision your character's surroundings and setting is to be like. You have to be careful not to switch up genres though, you don't want to mix 2 genres that don't go together. That's another hard part of writing. And another one is when you plan for a character to do one thing, but they turn out doing something else because it is not in their nature to do so. As for the title, I originally picked "Slayer", but I'm going to end up changing it. The name has a good amount to do with the book, but sometimes you just know there is something better, even if you haven't figured out what it is yet.

Thanks :) alot of the basic stuff I wrote a few years ago. Just a random thing that came to mind and I wrote it down. Then I pursued the idea and based a story around it. I am still in the works, but it is going very well. It has a triangle ofcourse, but as a sub-plot. I wrote all of the very descriptive stuff in it this past summer with the help of a friend. It really helps the feel of it, don't you think? The story is, this girl had her memories taken from her, and she can only remember them by triggers, so she remembers parts of combat through being forced into a situation to go one-on-one with a beast she used to frequently battle. Then she suddenly remembers how to kill it, as she always has.

The lock came off, and the beast broke through, moving swiftly towards me on all fours. My heart began to throb in my chest, and the noise around me turned into a dull sound. I raised my blade. I knew I couldn’t possibly know how to use something so dangerous, though I couldn’t help but have a small feeling of resistance to acknowledging that fact. With every violent step the creature gave as it raced towards me came a deeper realization of what I needed to do to protect my life from being taken. The balverine pounced, and as it reached me and began to strike, all at once I remembered how to use the weapon. Instinct took over, and I thrust the sword deep into its chest, through the heart, and out its back. The impact of its body barely moved me from where I stood as it reached where the blade of my sword met the hilt. The beast gave out a cry of horror and pain, but I knew I couldn’t stop there. Damaging it just wasn’t enough for me; I meant to take it all the way. I ripped the blade outwards through its left shoulder, swung it back over its head, and struck it through the right side of its neck; decapitating the thing. The concept was as easy and as familiar to me as breathing. The lifeless body fell to the dirt floor in its own pool of blood. I lifted my sword, now covered in dark red.

Not sure how to inbox, just trying to be cautious about who sees it, don't want anyone stealing it. Anyway, here it is. As I prepared myself for the moment I have been dreading since I began my training, I studied my enemy. The young yet deceivingly powerful balverine thrashed in the cage before me; its red eyes glaring at me from the shadows the dim light cast over its face, the thick black hair all over its body standing on end, its long sharp claws at the ready, releasing its bloodthirsty cries of terror. The minutes I had remaining turned into seconds before the door to the cage would be opened and the monster would come after me. This was it, once the signal was given, there would be no turning back; I would be on my own to defend myself from the wicked that stood in my path.