Q&A: Is My Story Worth Anything, or Am I Just Another Typical Teenage Author?

Question by John: Is my story worth anything, or am I just another typical teenage author?
This website makes me feel insignificant. I see question after question, all saying the same thing. Will you read my story? Is my writing worth anything? Like, at all? What could I do to make it better?

She was a witch in the eyes of the townspeople, nothing but a monster. Someone to glare at as you walk past, someone to scoff at. And she knew that as the man brutally dragged her limp, helpless body across the gallows stage. Tears streaked down her heart shaped face, covered in a grimy layer of mud and dust. She tried to look at her mother in the crowd of jeering people, but she would not make eye contact. She would only stare at the prairie grass that flowed hypnotically with the wind. The man openly announced her crimes to the people of Salem. She was accused of witchcraft and theft. The young girl continued crying. This was not like a British hanging. There was complete and utter silence, and the people were looking somberly at the girl and her accuser, who was gripping her bruised, shaking arm with a viselike certainty. Amidst the silence, her mother burst into tears and fell on the ground, her hands clutching handfuls of grass and lifting them over her head. She was screaming an incomprehensible rant. She was shivering on the ground, her blue dress clashing with the earthy field. The accuser announced the precise reasons why the girl was being executed, and the mother simultaneously screamed the word lies. The girl knew that none of this was true, but she had accepted the truth, she had realized that she would die for no reason. Two young women had been burned at the stake before her, and she was the first to get executed via hanging. The silence corresponded with the endless expanse of light blue sky. There were no clouds, just the sky and the silence, save the now muffles sobs of the girl’s mother. The man positioned the girl in the correct spot to be hung, and quickly wrapped the strategically placed noose around her thin neck. The girl could smell the mans rancid breath and body odor. He pulled the noose tighter around her neck, and it cut deeper into her skin. He asked her if she had anything to say before they murdered her. She told him that she loved him, and that she loved everyone in the town. She told them that she hopes that they will soon realize the horrors they were committing. She told her mother that she would see her in heaven. He pulled the crudely made lever, and the platform released beneath her bare feet. As she struggled to breathe the rope dug deeper, and the pain grew. And yet, in the last few moments of her life she could appreciate the beauty of the world, the little things that made it so stunning. Birds fluttering lazily past in the warm spring air, green grass with flecks of dandelions floating away in the wind, a gnarled tree with a warm brown trunk, sweet green leaves, and tiny imperfections that made it so beautiful. These images were the last the young woman witnessed, and she grew limp. The wails of her mother pierced once more through the silence, and man led her back to her home so her grieving would not disrupt the other townspeople. The birds flew away, mixed with the dandelion seeds and the leaves of the oak.

Best answer:

Answer by N. R. Crow
This is like a seriously amazing piece of work!
If this becomes a book, it’s SO on my list of things I need to read 😛
Good job, and keep working. You’re really good at writing 😀

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  1. Ashley says:

    Woah, that was incredible! You could use that as a prologue for a novel or something like that, because it really makes you want to read more.

  2. hey says:

    You write okay. There’s a lot of improvement that you need though. It’s a bit boring at some parts and you use a lot of unnecessary purple prose. There are a few grammatical errors, but it’s okay. Just reread and re-edit. That’s the fun of being a writer of course. You’re still young, so keep reading and keep writing. You’ll improve, it just takes time. And a story’s worth shouldn’t be measured by other people’s standards. If you like it, that’s important. Work on developing the plot better and shaping it into a good story. You can also post your work on websites like booksie so you can get constructive criticism and comments. Good luck.