Godzilla's Daughter

by ppgXrrb20

(HIATUS) I'm not so good at summaries but I'll give it a try. Godzilla has a son but what everybody doesn't know yet is that he soon gonna have a daughter. But somethings not right, she has a tail, she has claws, she has yellow-green lizard eyes, she has scales, and she's SEVEN FEET TALL AND LOOKS LIKE A HUMAN! That's right somehow Godzilla's new born daughter has a humanish form.

2. Chapter 2: Author notices

Godzilla's Daughter Author Notices

Thanks for reading this story and being so patient. Through I am very sad to say that I won't be able to continue this story for now. I'm not giving up on this story. It's I'm having trouble writing it for multiple reasons.

One, I can't seem to get through one paragraph without looking it over and shorting or erasing it and starting all over again. Second, I have other stories that people are waiting to read more of. Third, I just can't think of the right people I want to put in this story. Well can think of a few I want but there in much, much later in. And Forth, and sadly the baddest, I just lost all motivation for writing this story.

Again, I'm not giving up this story. I want to continue, I'm just having trouble writing in the human roles and who they're.

I'm open to suggestions and if you want to put your OCs in here too. I'm okay with that so long as there human. And please forgive for not doing or saying anything until now. If it makes it any better I'm posting as far as I got written for the second chapter in this one.

Thank you for being patient and tolerating me this long, and I am open to any suggestions you guys have for Godzilla's Daughter.

As far as I've written:

Chapter 2:

Screeching sirens could be heard and in the streets of Kyoto. Red and blue flashing lights lite up the dim streets of the city. Dawn had just broken out. The soft and warm glow of the sun peak up over the rocky mountain and made the red and orange leaves shin a bit from last night rain. The morning air was cool and crisp with the lingering scent of cinnamon and pumpkins coming from a local bakery and few houses.

The town people lazily wake up from the loud and obnoxious sirens with annoyance and dread of what might have happen to get the police out here.

A young woman walk down the street walk as some of the police cars whizzed by, her black hair whisking in her face. She had a petite figure which was clad in bright colors for the fall; a pale blue winter coat, an orange scarf, black jeans with a winter design, and black winter knee-high boots with white fur at the rim of the boot. The only skin that was showing was slightly tan from a vacation trip she took. She pulled the few strains of hair out of her face and tucked the scarf closer to her nose.