As some of you may know, I am currently trying to write a book. Even though I’m writing this post, it doesn’t mean that I am giving up on my story (not yet) but I would just like to know which paragraph you think is the best writing/storyline, please comment below:)

1.Her eyes opened, she was in the hospital alone. It was was the first time that she was ever alone. All her life, she had been battling cancer, she had never been alone. But now she was- she had no one to think for her, or help her with math questions.
I like this feeling.
Like anybody, she was scared to be alone. But as soon as she adjusted to it, she liked having freedom. She liked being able to think for herself. And she liked not being interrupted by anyone else.

2. She had joined the ‘Rebellion’ 4 years ago, when her parents told her that she meant nothing to them. She resembled all of the characteristics of a fugitive.
—Black bandaged arms
-black eyeliner
—Torn rags of clothes that she had stolen
-no care for anyone else’s survival, only hers
Yet, no one knew her secret.
No one knew what she did.
No one knew her backstory.
No one knew her.

3. The room started spinning around in a tornado like fashion. It ripped the scarf from her neck.
“I can’t believe we’re going to die like this!” She tried to scream over the sounds swirling in her ears.
The chairs that they were tied to were very close, she reached out to grab his hand frantically.
“I just want you to know that I love you.” He yelled back.
But there was no response.
She had been taken.

Blood was common here.
In the small town of Goten, demons were legends, stories told by parents to frighten their youngsters into doing what they ask.
But there was this one man Arnold Buo, who had saved 2 children from a River beast when he was hunting one day, since then, he had been known as a fugitive, a man on the run- a man who was said to live with dragons.
Those 2 children that he saved described him as: tall- about the size of a fully grown giant, muscular- his arms were to be wider than the Pacific Ocean, yet there was one thing that set him apart from someone else- his eyes.
His eyes were mint green, wild and free.
Even though he was always carrying around his axe, his eyes were soulful and caring. And the two children that he had saved had been slaves in the market places. The drudges were sent to a river to retrieve some water, their owners knew that the River had a lively beast, crawling inside, always looking for prey. It was said to have 6 sets of gills, 2 rows of teeth, and 1 eyeball- one eyeball in the middle of its head- one eyeball that could squirt poison and arsenic into a travelers eyes. It would act like an innocent little sardine fish that had washed up on shore. By the time anybody had realized that the fish was welling up in size, it was too late- there had been over 35 killings by that lake each year.
But the talons on the beast!

The talons on the beast could slice open a brick in one touch. Kill 2 children in a millisecond, destroy an axe with one flick. Still, Arnold was not intimidated but the beast, he just saw it as a misunderstood tree frog. Even though he had soulful eyes, he knew that he had to destroy the giant- the giant that was called ‘Reptillica’. So he swung at Retillica’s eye, but missing and just giving him a nice nail cut. Arnold, no matter how much he loved his axe, still knew that it would slow him down with its weight, so he gave it to the slaves to handle and defend themselves as he shimmied up a bent, broken, and collapsing tree.