Here's a sample of my work: [NOTE; THIS IS MY WORK IF IT IS STOLEN THERE WILL BE SERIOUS CONSEQUENCES!!! :rawr: :angry: ]
Bone-Chiller

Chapter 1:The Mystery

A chilly, bare woods with blanketed snow everywhere a girl, runs in the never-ending corridors the trees make. She slows her paces now to a slow walk. Ahead she sees something silky and bright, a golden yellow. A cloak is on the ground. There is a beautiful lock of curly auburn hair on the cloak. The girl is freezing, looking for warmth with only think clothes on she throws the cloak over her trembling body unsure of whether to go on or enjoy the company of her cloak. She holds the cloak tight and runs on. Then in a corridor of the trees a few lengths over she sees a mysterious shadow running at her pace and glaring at her with his cold green eyes. The girl darted as fast as she could running out of breath, she stopped at the wide banks of an icy river, the shadow kept running, trying to slow down and approach her. As the girl threw herself on her stomach and breathed heavily and huge breath clouds filled the air, the now uncovered shadow approached. The creature was like a wolf, an icy glare ready pounce. Instead though, the glaring wolf was a human, caring and compassionate. He rubbed her back as she glanced at the man's hair she opened her palm and held up the lock of hair to the man. He nodded and got up, holding out his hand and pulled her up. The girl hugged her body with the cloak. The man gently brushed the cloak off the girl's body as the girl watched the cloak drift down the drafted water the man put his heavy leather jacket on her and picked her up. He ran at the speed of light and took her into a toasty warm cabin in the middle of a wide corridor in the never-ending forest.
When he got to the cabin he set her on the bed, took the jacket and covered her with several layers of warm, cozy blankets. She stared at the mysterious man, who she never said a word nor he, to each other. He brought her over piping hot chocolate and handed it to the girl and threw his head to look the other way to stop the temptation. The temptation to run. The girl made the man want to run, run far to escape. The girl still glared, but at his neck and she noticed a large scratch, more like a gash. And the sensation thrilled and scared the girl, it was different then the normal bright red ooze you get from a cut but it was yellow like a ripe banana and it was like goo. With a head and mouth full of worry the girl burst out,” Are you ok, do you need help, I’m Leslie- your- your” she stammered “your gash, its oozing out..” he gave her a glare that read all over it, “I’m sorry I have to go” and he darted out the door. Leslie pondered the mysterious man and his gash. She gently laid back and gently fell away from this land, for a while at least. As she slept, unknowingly, the door was left open and the nipping wind chilled her bones cold, holding her immobile.
The dawn she woke up, two day later, the door was closed and it was warm. Leslie went to get up and couldn’t. As soon as she noticed her problem she screamed at the top of her lungs until they turned purple. She was willing to die for the freedom to move if she had to. Leslie kept screaming until she absolutely had no breath left. As she ran out of breath her body collapsed and she was spread out on the cozy bed in her head awaiting her death. In her paralyzed mind something awakened her. The thought of the mystery man and discovering him warmed her bones and refueled her lungs and she jumped up and brought tons of blankets with her and huddled inside them. She kept walking at a slow pace but confidently. By a few strides, Leslie had slipped her bones were rubbing and making her clumsy. She laid there on the chilling snow-blanketed ground and fell asleep with a mound of blankets on top of her.
A few days later Leslie woke up, still with her eyes closed she heard mumbling all around her. She felt her warm, fuzzy blankets on her. She inhaled and opened her eyes. She was in a hospital, and the news was on the TV. All of the doctors and nurses left and she observed what the news said. The anchorwomen said “thirteen year-old Leslie Kirk has been found in a forest by a mysterious empty cabin. She is being treated for severe frostbite and bone complications at Greenwood Hospital.” Leslie just realized, she was missing, people were looking for her. She was confused. All of a sudden she remembered the mystery man and mumbled,” Gotta find him, gotta find him,” Leslie’s eyes got wide and a nurse walked in as Leslie kept mumbling, a doctor was summoned into the room and they rushed her to a warm room where Leslie then fell asleep and had bone-chilling dreams.
Leslie dreamed of the man really being a wolf, the wolf was repeatedly attacking her and then a group of people finally found her and saved her.
Leslie awoke with a shriek and she was taken out of a machine for an MRI. The doctors where whispering among themselves, one thing Leslie caught was that they thought she had gone mad.

That is not too bad, especially considering your age.

However, I do have one piece of advice to give: if you are going to post writting of your`s in public places, make sure to warn people that it is yours and if you catch someone posting it somewhere else without your explicit permission, they will regret it. There are some nasty people out there who steal people`s work and you would not want that to happen to you. Of course, you warning them will not stop them, but it may put some doubt in your mind.

That`s it! Great writting, kid! :D

Cheers,
Drew

PS: Just thought I should point out that there is another forum (HERE) where you can post a topic to showcase all your work. I would probably request a mod to move this topic.