Hello, Ana. I’m shopping for an editor who does both line and developmental edits. I have completed a 78,000 word new adult, paranormal novel titled Volatile.
Volatile tells the story of Maricel, a twenty-two year old actress who gets romantically involved with a watcher to learn he is the leader of the Lemurian Order -a secret society conspiring the annihilation of mankind. She must escape and stop them before their prophecy comes to fruition destroying her realm.
Below I’ve attached a 500 word sample from my novel.
The sky darkened for the day, and the stars illuminated the smog filled sky. A sudden flash of light streaked across the skyline. I hoped it would not storm. Although rain seemed undesirable at the moment, I understood California could use the water with the severe drought. Sighing, and turning to leave, I glanced up at the sky.
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Even though the sight I beheld was more than daunting, something about it inexorably drew me.
I bolted up the hiking trail almost fracturing my legs as I fell. Undeterred, I sprung up bounding. In that precise moment, nothing else mattered, but that light. My knees grew weaker buckling as I dashed like I lost every piece of sanity left.
A glorious light enveloped me as he ascended from the heavens. The orb formed into a being crouched on its haunches blocking me from moving forward, and the ground beneath my feet vibrated. I fell upon my face almost sliding downhill. The large obsidian wings cloaked the beings face as he stood. Pulling his wings apart, he gave me a full view of his countenance.
When he turned toward me, my eyes stung from his brightness and a violent gust of wind encircling him whipped back my hair. The entity wore a long dark cerulean trench coat adorned with Hebrew inscriptions that matched his eyes that twinkled like stars in the night
The California water drought has been declared a crisis by the governor of California. 2013 was the driest year on record, and California could be running out of water. Californians should be water wise, and their use, or no use, of water will have an enormous impact on this drought. They can use the techniques published in a recent Time article called, 5 Ways to Bust California’s Drought, to reduce their water use. Landscape techniques, alternate water sources, and the personal conservation of water can reduce the use of water, and can have a positive change on this water crisis.
After looking into the journey and obstacles he faced to scale this dangerous and intimidating mountain, I noticed with each stop at each rest area he had learned something different about himself or established a new outlook about the journey. But it was not until they were in the final leg of the journey in which he learned his greatest lesson about himself. It was during the last leg that he realized he had spent most of the day looking at “how far he had to go,” instead of relishing in “how far he had come.” After stating he normally views things as “the glass half empty” I realized, I too, have a similar outlook on life. It was in this moment that I realized perception has a large impact on how I maneuver throughout life, bringing the popular phrase “mind over matter” to my
This one was more like creatures that would normally appear here. This one was not clad with long and flowing hair, and it had on different apparel, compared to the other being, which had turned around and was now looking at the noisy being. As it came up to the other being it started making loud noises, and the creature that was sitting seemed confused at first, but reluctantly gave up the spot on the grass and moved away. The being must have scared the other one away, but I had no clue as to why. The creature proceeded to move onto the path of rocks that moved along the grass, it followed this path for a while and I followed it, flying around the creature. It looked frustrated at first, as if it had lost its train of thought. I wonder if these animals could think, I thought to myself, and if they could, what were they thinking about. As it seemed to shrug this off, it began to look pleased
I wasn’t even outside but I could feel the warm glow the sun was projecting all across the campsite. It seemed as if the first three days were gloomy and dreary, but when the sun on the fourth day arose, it washed away the heartache I had felt. I headed out of the trailer and went straight to the river. I walked to the edge, where my feet barely touched the icy water, and I felt a sense of tranquility emanate from the river. I felt as if the whole place had transformed and was back to being the place I loved the most. That day, when we went out on the boat, I went wakeboarding for the first time without my grandma. While I was up on the board and cutting through the wake of the boat, it didn’t feel like the boat was the one pulling and guiding me, it felt like the river was pushing and leading me. It was always nice to receive the reassurance from my grandma after wakeboarding, but this time I received it from my surroundings. The trees that were already three times the size of me, seemed to stand even taller as I glided past them on the river. The sun encouraged me with its brightness and warmth, and the River revitalized me with its powerful currents. The next three days passed by with ease, I no longer needed to reminisce of what my trips used to be like. Instead, I could be present in the moment, surrounded by the beautiful natural
Thesis: It is very important to know that California drought leaves many bad effects on our community and environment by causing the plants, animals, electricity, and we humans.
The rainfall levels according to the San Francisco Chronicle are way down this year in California due to the drought, for example in San Francisco the rain level has been about 8.5 inches and the normal level of rainfall for this time of y...
“A stronger light pressed upon my nerves, so that I was obliged to shut my eyes. Darkness then came over me,
As I inched my way toward the cliff, my legs were shaking uncontrollably. I could feel the coldness of the rock beneath my feet when my toes curled around the edge in one last futile attempt at survival. My heart was racing like a trapped bird, desperate to escape. Gazing down the sheer drop, I nearly fainted; my entire life flashed before my eyes. I could hear stones breaking free and fiercely tumbling down the hillside, plummeting into the dark abyss of the forbidding black water. The trees began to rapidly close in around me in a suffocating clench, and the piercing screams from my friends did little to ease the pain. The cool breeze felt like needles upon my bare skin, leaving a trail of goose bumps. The threatening mountains surrounding me seemed to grow more sinister with each passing moment, I felt myself fighting for air. The hot summer sun began to blacken while misty clouds loomed overhead. Trembling with anxiety, I shut my eyes, murmuring one last pathetic prayer. I gathered my last breath, hoping it would last a lifetime, took a step back and plun...
Said Amphitrite.” “California's in a drought and the rain will help.” Then before they could think they fell and fell and fell.
California is currently in one of the most severe droughts the state has experienced thus far in California’s history. A drought is defined to be a “period of dry weather, especially a long period that is injurious to crops; an extended shortage” (Dictionary. Web). California is a state that is not well known for the amount of rain the state receives in a given year; California is known as a state of nice weather year round and this idea of nice weather typically does not include rain, or wet weather to most people. The price Californians pay for nice weather year round and not enough rainfall comes at a hefty price, a price of having a severe drought and water shortage. California is one of the largest states in the United States of America
We continued down the infinitely long interstate towards our destination. Thunder clouds continued to rumble in, like an ocean tide rolling closer and closer to the beach front. Within minutes the entire landscape was calm and dark. It looked like a total eclipse of the sun, and the once ...
With stress on my mind and a cookie in my hand, I headed towards the wooded area behind her home. At the beginning of the trail, there was an old rotting tire swing barely hanging onto a low-hanging branch. The extensive amount of muddy puddles and the surrounding damp grass made me hesitant to follow through with my grandmother’s suggestion; the mountain of homework that waited for me back at home convinced me to continue. Trees towered over me, adding to the existing weight of stress that sat upon my shoulders, as I carefully maneuvered around the biggest puddles, beginning to become frustrated. Today was a terrible day to go for a walk, so why would my grandmother suggest this? Shaking my head in frustration, I pushed forward. The trail was slightly overgrown. Sharp weeds stabbed my sides every few steps, and I nearly tripped over a fallen tree branch. As the creek barely came into view, I could feel the humidity making my hair curly and stick to the sides of my face. After stopping to roll up the ends of my worn blue jeans, I neared the end of the trail. Bright sunlight peeked through the branches and reflected off the water. The sun must have come out from behind a cloud, seeing as it now blinded me as I neared the water. A few minutes passed by before I could clearly see
Onishi, N. & Wollan, M. (2014, January 17). Severe drought grows worse in california. The New York Times. Retrieved fromhttp://www.nytimes.com/2014/01/18/us/as-californias-drought-deepens-a-sense-of-dread-grows.html?_r=0
I stopped walking and looked up at the faint stars. The seagulls were flying overhead. They were screeching and swooping at the water. I started to wish I were one of them, flying free without any restrictions or limits. I listened to their voice, the screech. Deep down in I could understand what they were saying. I can't explain it, but I was so in love with the moment I thought I saw things as they did. I was in company of animals that had no concept of time, and no worries, and I was contempt with that. I closed my eyes and the faint sun warmed my face, as if shining only for me. The warmth made ...
I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be seeing these long finger shaped shadows that stretched out to me. I had this gut feeling as though something was following me, but I assured myself that I was the only one in the forest. At least I had hoped that I was.