mean Critic:
like i said to the girl who wrote the 6th keeper or something worst piece of writing ever and i know im mean im going to be doing this to everyone
Dear Mean Critic,
Saying something is the worst piece of writing ever is not being a critic. Being a Critic is giving people constructive critism.
Now, I think you make your idea work if instead of writing the same thing for every story, you try to fix their problem. For example, you can say:
Fix grammar
Confusing plotline
Out of character
Punctuation
ect.
So, Mean Critic, instead of saying something is bad, point out was is bad about it.
-Abby
Jess panted as she ran, as far away as she could away from her.
Tears ran down her cheeks like little drops of a burning flame. Wait, I know this house!she thought, stopping at one familiar house. She jogged up to the door and rang the doorbell. The door slowly opened, and Dell Philby stepped outside. "Jess?"
Jess's bottom lip quivered. "Jess, are you okay?" Philby asked. Jess threw her arms around Philby, crying. "Woah! Okay, okay, it will be okay," he comforted, hugging her.
After she calmed down, Philby released the Fairly. "Now, can you tell me what's wrong?"
"AmandaaccidentlyexposedourFa irlypowerstoNashandnowthepol iceareafterusandwegotinafigh tandsheneverwantstoseemeagai n!"Jess said.
"Woah! Slow down!"
Jess took a deep breath and started again.
"Amanda accidentally exposed our Fairly powers to Nash and now the police are after us. Then Mandy and I got in a big fight and she never wants to see me again!"
"Nash called the police?!" Philby gasped.
Jess nodded. "Come in," Philby motioned for her to enter.
As they walked down the hallway, Philby said: "Why don't you use my house phone to call Willa and ask of you can stay there? It would be inappropriate to let you stay here, my mother would think." He handed her the phone, and Jess dialed.
"Hello? Philby?"
"Willa! It's me, Jess. I'm on Philby's phone."
"Jess? Hey! How's it going?"
"Actually, terrible. Nash found out that Mandy and I are Fairlies and now the police are after us.
"The POLICE?!"
"Yeah. And then we got in a big fight and now I don't know where she is! She doesn't want to see me again!"
"Oh, you poor thing!"
"Willa, I have no where to stay for tonight. Could I possibly-"
"-Stay over at my house? Of course you can, Jess!"
"Oh, Wills, your the best!"
"See you in a couple of minuets?"
"Yep!" I hung up and handed the phone back to Philby. "Thanks you so much, Phil."
"Hey, no problem. I'll tell you if I catch Amanda around, kay?" I hugged Philby a final time and walked out. As I was walking down the street, I heard sirens. Police sirens.
"No!" I whispered, looking around for somewhere to hide. I dove into some bushes and tried to stay as still as I could.
Sorry dat it's short. I'm just too cool for long chapters. Unless I write a long chapter.