Writing tip: check out this website, it analyzes your writing and it tells you what you write like, based on famous authors. It’s not only interesting but it’s also great way to know your style better.
Did it three times and got Jane Austen every time.
[[I write like Margaret Mitchell. MARGARET MITCHELL GUISE.]]
(Source: wonderwriting)
| Peter gave the girl a funny look but shrugged it off, girls were weird. "I'm Peter... Peter Pan!" He smiled brightly puffing his chest out waiting for the recognition that would should surely come. His eyes got wide when she said the word school "School?? What's school?" | ||
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“Peter Pan…” Belle said with a distance in her tone. “I don’t recall any stories about you. But I’m more than willing to know them.”
“School is usually an institution to educate children. You learn to read, write, spell. Not only that but you learn about history, learn to solve arithmetic problems, and learn other languages.
My school was a single room, filled with boys and girls.”
| "Know any about me?!?" he asked excitedly "How did you learn the stories?" | ||
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“How would I know any about you if I do not even know your name?”
“And I learnt by being told them first, when I was a child. Then I went to school, was taught to read and read them for myself.”
“What is the best part…?” Belle asked in a solid, genuine manner. Furrowing her brows deeply in wanting to know.
“I know the best place for desserts! Let us go!” She grabs Belle’s hand and begins to run to her favorite dessert place.
Belle didn’t have the chance to say another word, save for a surprised “Ah!” left her suddenly parted lips. Belle followed after, being pulled down to Lilo’s level and walking- no, no running at a speedy pace.
| "Sooooo I hear you know a lot of stories." Peter smiled bright eyed | ||
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“Yes. I do know a number of stories,” Belle canted her head with half a smile.
It was a short trip. With a simple snap of the fingers, Belle transported herself into the city of New Orleans. Why? Belle itched to do something, anything with what she had learned and to perfect it even more. Though the woman was on different terms with Maleficent than in the past, she still did not like bothering her with assistance when she needed it. Therefore, Belle sought after someone referred to as Doctor Facilier.
Belle appeared into her normal form outside the entrance in the alley-like way. She smiled, seeing the torches lit beneath the sign. Without knocking, Belle jiggled the doorknob, and upon seeing it unlocked - she welcomed herself in, closing the door behind her with a soft click.
She couldn’t help but to wonder at the painted masks, beaded necklaces, Indian rugs and other cultural decor scattered about. The hem of her black and purple gown created a soft rustling sound on the carpets as she took time in her gait. Sensing a presence behind her, Belle spoke out knowing who it was without turning around. “I didn’t come all this way to play hide-and-seek, Monsieur Facilier….”
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“S..sorry about your parents,” Belle frowned slightly. She knew what it was to lose at least one parent so far, that memory from the past was not blurred. Belle may have looked disinterested in all what Lilo had to say, but she did listen while looking down at the book in her lap. A soft, quick gasp parted Belle’s lips when Lilo unexpectedly hugged her. Belle, in reaction, raised her arms up and away, but gradually she embraced the girl in a gentle hold. “Friends—Friends are all right to have, I suppose,” she spoke with an unsure tone.
Lilo smiled at her. “They are.. They are hard to find, and hard to keep, but they are alright to have.” She looked at Belle, the hurt was slowly leaving her face. “And you know what the best part of being friends with me is?”
“What is the best part…?” Belle asked in a solid, genuine manner. Furrowing her brows deeply in wanting to know.
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“I am just curious. You know.. Friends know about eachother. So, I wanted to know.” She smiles wide at the girl, she could see that something was bothering her, so she tried her hardest to make her feel better.Belle’s expression took on the action of a small scoff. Friends? She just met this child and already was considering them to be friends? Something that resembled a smile made great effort to appear on her lips. “…I-I do love books,” she breathed. “All I can tell you is that I wanted adventure; Still do. And that I have a father. And this man, Adam, that is in love with me,” she rolled her eyes. I can’t have someone loving me. Maleficent would not approve.
“Ooooo. Love.” She sighs. “My parents died in a car accident when I was younger.. So my sister takes care of me now…” She curls her feet underneath her. “But I am okay now! I have friends now and I love making new ones.” She smiles. “Even the ones with the most troubles, I am here for them you know. Because when I had troubles…No one was there for me… So I promise to help anyone who needs it.” She gives Belle a light hug out of nowhere, surprising the woman then she backs away and sits back down.
“S..sorry about your parents,” Belle frowned slightly. She knew what it was to lose at least one parent so far, that memory from the past was not blurred. Belle may have looked disinterested in all what Lilo had to say, but she did listen while looking down at the book in her lap. A soft, quick gasp parted Belle’s lips when Lilo unexpectedly hugged her. Belle, in reaction, raised her arms up and away, but gradually she embraced the girl in a gentle hold. “Friends—Friends are all right to have, I suppose,” she spoke with an unsure tone.
