Yasmine

I'm a big fan of the mortal instruments and the first book (city of bones is becoming a movie) they have ready made t-shirts but, to be honest I don't really like them. So I thought I could make my own online.

I want to type a quote in a specific font on the t-shirt and also I may make another so I would like to add a photo.

Any websites that are quite cheap and ship to the UK would be nice.

Thanks in advance!

I finally managed to pull myself up into the space between the two thick branches of the tree forming a giant V shape. Delicately opening the pages of the book I was carrying I began to read. Reading the words of a single page of a book immediately transported me to another world. A world created by an author. A world nothing like our own. One high up on a cloud which the claws of reality could not reach. As if every book was a portal. Unless, of course, there is something stopping you from reading.

Upon the open pages of my book stood a bird as black as darkness. It had perfect feathers glowing under the setting sun, a smooth beak and eyes like glass balls filled with ink. But there was not one splash of colour on it. Only black. I should have been scared as it was the size of my book. I wasn't. Instead, I longed to trail my fingers over its shiny feathers and feel the smoothness of its beak, as if it were a stuffed animal. But it was alive. Craning its head around robotically. The bird's glassy eyes stared into mine and I felt as if I recognised them for a moment. And then it was gone. Flying away into the distance. I had always wished I could fly away like that. To be free in my own little world.

How can I improve?

I'm not very good with grammar so...

Do you like it and would you read on?

Do you like my style of writing?

I'm 16 however relevant that is.

The movie trailer.

http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=GHlwRsl2uFk

There is some music playing in the background when Jace says "We've been killing demons for over a hundred years." Anybody know it?

Jamie Campbell Bower is so hot! Perfect Jace. What do you think of the cast?

I'm so excited for the film and summer needs to hurry up.

I'm writing a recreation of Alice in Wonderland but can I still call Wonderland Wonderland? Or do I have to rename it?

Does it have to follow the same story line or can I add some twists and make it into a YA novel?

I asked in a question before whether Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll was under copyright and they said it was not, but I'm not sure.

Also, I have changed Alice completely. She is now called Violet, she has dark blue eyes, pale skin and long black hair. She is 16 years old. Is this okay?

I've planned everything out and I know what I'm doing, but I need the above questions to be answered.

Instead of falling into a rabbit hole violet eats some peculiar blue berries while she is up in a tree. The berries make her shrink and she falls into a bird's nest and falls unconscious. While she is unconscious a crow carries her to Wonderland. I know what else I'm going to write but this is just the beginning.

I bet that at least one person will criticise me saying that I can't do this.

The forest is covered in a thin blanket of snow and the stream is frozen. There is still a few birds singing but not as it is in spring time. I didn't notice any of these except for the snow when I first wandered through searching for a new tree to climb and read my book in. But from the view of this giant tree I can see everything.

I place my book in the dent of the tree which I am sitting in and something strikes my eye. Bright blue berries. That's peculiar. I've never seen berries on a tree this big, berries don't usually grow on trees. I stand up and take a closer look. Berries as blue as periwinkle flowers. 'Berries red you'll soon be dead... Berries blue all for you' that's all I can remember from the rhyme about poiseness berries but it has given me my answer. They are safe to eat.

I pluck a few berries and toss one into my mouth while I am standing, curious about what they taste like. It's like a whole desert squeezed into one berry. I eat the remaining berries all in one mouthful.

The forest is spinning and I feel like I am shrinking. I'm pretty sure I'm getting smaller because I am the same size as my book. I try and climb down the tree but my head is unfocused and everything is blurry now.

My foot slips on the snow. 'Don't eat berries which you have never seen before. Even if the rhyme says you can' I mumble to myself as I am falling, faling as if there is a parachute attached to my back; swiftly and calm through a snowstorm whirling around me. I'm trapped in this never ending tube of snow.

I swim through the wind and manage to get out but now I'm falling fast and right below is a birdsnest. 'Ahhhhhhhh' I scream and land face-first, bulls-eye in the middle of the nest. Every part of my body feels broken but I manage to turn to face the sky. Everything around me appears to be swallowed up by a black hole. As if somebody has unplugged a hole in the sky. Now everything I see is black so I allow my tired eyes to shut.

How can I improve?

There are four courts - Air, Earth, Fire and Water. There are 4 guardians - Air, Earth, Fire and Water guardians ( they are kind of like gods) there are three thrones in each court and every century the guardians choose three new rulers in each court. The chosen ones are gifted with a stone and their eyes are the colour of that stone. The stone holds strong powers for their keeper to use but they must discover these powers for themselves. They are brought up in the palace of their court to be trained and taught how to behave like a royal.

My protagonist, Lyra is an heir to one of there thrones in the Air Court. Her stone is an amethyst and her eyes are the colour of an amethyst. She is very curious to get outside the palace walls and explore. You will find her riding her horse into the forest or reading a book in a tree.

Someone steels one crown from each court to break the peace between them and try to cause war. One of the missing crowns belong to Lyra. She runs away from the palace, onto a quest, searching for answers.

I still need to work on it and develop it further but this is what I've got so far.

I have seen people write their age on questions like this. I'm 16, however relevant that is.

If its not cliche is it interesting?

I had an idea before and everyone said it was too complicated so what do you think of this idea?

There are 4 precincts/districts or whatever you want to call them- air, water, fire and earth (a district/precinct for each element) and each precinct has 3 rulers.

My protagonist is named Amethyst because of the peculiar colour of her eyes (the colour of the stone amethyst) she lives a normal life with her parents until a Pegasus appears one night and takes her to Air where she learns that she has to train for a quest/competition because she is a chosen one competing for one of the three thrones (this competition occurs once every century) other competitors could also be brought on their Pegasus from the world we know, like Amethyst, or are already living in their district.

I really don't know what I am doing right now as I am tired and on my phone so sorry if this sounds like a load of crap and makes no sense. I know in my head what I mean. I will develop my idea further from this point depending on what you think.

Also what's another word for precinct or district? It doesn't sound right as Water district or Fire Precinct.

There are

I'm bored and need a film too watch. I love everything about the hunger games. The action, romance, etc

A film like Percy Jackson and the lightning thief would be good to. I liked the whole Greek god thing.

I like to read and watch films.

I have a thing for snow globes and masquerade ball masks.

I like Ancient Greek and Roman ruins/buildings.

I'm intrested in Greek mythology and star signs.

I like my jewlery to have gemstones on it.

I always have to have an item of jewlery on.

I'm a professional procrastinator when it comes to homework (except for English) but I like to reaserch about things I'm interested in.

According to my friends I'm random.

Before I go to bed I make scenarios up in my head.

I'm always daydreaming in class.

I'm slightly obsessed with Disney movies.

Because I'm a daydreamer it takes me forever to complete a task and I have problems concentrating.

I keep a diary of random thoughts that pop into my head.

I like to write.

I have too many things that are a waste of space in my room but I can't throw them away.

I like to paint and draw.

I'm quite shy and no way near confident?

My star sign is cancer and my element is water.

I am a 16 year old girl.

The list goes on and on. Sorry for making it too long.

What kind of person am I? Any of you guys similar to me? Am I just a freak? What can I do to increase my confidence?

I want to research them.

5000 million years later the sun will die right? So will the earth and all the people on it. People are going to die if they don't risk trying to find a solution. They find a solution. In another galaxy the solar system is exactly like ours. But this new earth is already inhabited with Magical beings that we thought only existed in fantasy; Fairies, witches, ogres, dragons, etc.

You will see this adventure through the eyes of a female assassin human who has done something bad. There is a war between the original inhabitants of the new earth and humans. It's an adventure story and the assassin meets a boy and they travel together

Is it boring? Complicated? Interesting? Is it a load of crap? Do you like it? Is it cliche? Even if it is cliche would you still read it?

I understand you may not be able to answer because this is just an idea and I don't have a plot yet.

I asked in Another question about my original idea but it was quite complicated (check it out if you like) so I came up with another one that is set in space.

5000 million years later the sun will die right? So will the earth and all the people on it. People are going to die if they don't risk trying to find a solution. They find a solution. In another galaxy the solar system is exactly like earth. But this new earth is already inhabited with Magical beings that we thought only existed in fantasy. Fairies, witches, ogres, dragons, etc. you will see this adventure through the eyes of a rebel princess who ran away from her boring royal life to explore this new, enchanting world.

I need to think of a problem that the princess and her companion will have to solve. I will develop my idea but if it is is a load of crap like my previous idea, what's the point? This might be cliche. I don't know but I don't recall watching a film or reading a book like this before.

Is it boring? Complicated? Interesting? Is it a load of crap? Do you like it? Is it cliche? Even if it is cliche would you still read it?

I understand you may not be able to answer because this is just an idea and I don't have a plot yet.

In this universe people live on the ruling planet of their star sign. So if people wanted to live as a family their child would have to be born on a date which gives the child the same star sign as its parents or they would be separated. This rule does not apply to royals but they try and stick to it. This also means that no relashionships can occur between people from different elements. It is forbidden. Every person has to wear an item of jewlery which has their birthstone on it to show they are from a particular star sign. One star sign can not access another star signs birth stone. They can only access there own. Each star sign is in peace with other star signs within their element. The star sign, Leo's planet is The Sun the people who live there don't live ON it but their buildings and everything FLOATS around it. Each star sign has it's own planet except for Libra (Air) & Taurus (Earth) who share Venus and Gemini (Air) & Virgo (Earth) who share Mercury. A war begins between the Air and Earth courts due to not being able to share Mercury And Venus. The Fire and Water Court do not speak. My protagonist will be a princess who wants to get out of the palace and explore. Travel to other planets. She runs away. She especially wants to visit The Sun as the people that live there float. And when she does she meets someone. This is NOT set in the future. I will develop my idea from here.

Just as an example not to confuse you; The Water Court. It consists of Cancer, Scorpio and Pisces. Cancerians live on the moon and wear a moonstone, pearl or ruby. Piscerians live on Neptune and wear a bloodstone. Scorpios live on Pluto and wear a topaz.

What do you think? Is it boring or interesting? Would you read it? Is it cliche? Because I have never read a book or watched a film like this before.

We had to write a story in English where you see someone in a crowd whom you recognise but don't know why. They notice you an move away. We have to write the story.

'Excuse me,' a waiter says 'we are closing now.' I thank the waiter, place my bookmark on the page where I was disturbed, dramatically close my book and walk out, leaving my untouched coffee on the table.

I must have been reading for a long time as it is dark now, but I am in the center of Paris and there are many people around. Fellow tourists admire the Eiffel Tower, it's light casts a bewitching spell all through the city. I stand there for a moment, admiring Parisians babbling on in French and scanning the crowd.

There! Under the yellow street lamp stands a boy. I recognise him but where from? He has raven hair against bronze skin and dark blue eyes like precious gems. He skims the crowd as if in search for someone. His eyes meet mine staring deeply into them for a few seconds. After examining my eyes he walks away from under the street lamp towards an alleyway. I follow, curious why I recognise this mysterious boy. He looks back and sees that I am following. He doesn't run or speed up, but he doesn't welcome me to follow either.

... He stops at the Pont des Arts. Staring over the bridge blankly into the river, like he is waiting for something. I gaze into his deep blue eyes. Deep like the ocean. Then I remember. It's Ash, Ash my best friend. How can I forget? He is the reason why I am like this. A couple of years ago we were both in a car accident. It was after a party and Ash insisted driving. I thought I should but I didn't say anything. I survived but he didn't. I have blamed myself ever since. But it's impossible. How is he here right now? He is supposed to be dead.

I amble over to where he is standing and ask, "Ash?" He nods, wide eyed towards the river. For some reason I am not shocked or scared. I am just casually talking to my dead friend. "I'm sorry," I say as a tear slips down my cheek. "No, it wasn't your fault!" He says looking right into my eyes. I take a step forward, wrap my arms around him, rest my head on his muscular chest an close my eyes. he has no heart beat. in response he puts one hand on my shoulder and the other wraps around my waist. "I've missed you," he says. "me too," I reply. we loosen the hug and I look into the river, watching a ripple expand slowly. "How?" I simply ask, curious. "That can not be explained." "why did you come here then?" "For you Kara. I came to let you hear that it wasn't your fault from my mouth. To help you move on." i smile. "This is the part where you say goodbye isn't it?" "You have to promise me something before i go." What?" "Don't blame yourself anymore and move on. Live your life while you can!" "I promise." "We will meet again someday," he whispers in my ear as his lips caress my cheek. then he fades away with the wind.

'Excuse me,' a waiter says 'we are closing now.' I thank the waiter, place my bookmark on the page where I was disturbed, dramatically close my book and walk out, leaving my untouched coffe on the table.

I must have been reading for a long time as it is dark now, but I am in the centre of Paris and there are many people around. Fellow tourists admire the Eiffel Tower, it's light casts a bewitching spell all through the city. I stand there for a moment, admiring Parisians babiling on in French and scanning the crowd.

There! Under the yellow street lamp stands a boy. I recognise him but where from? He has raven hair against bronze skin and dark blue eyes like precious gems. He skims the crowd as if in search for someone. His eyes meet mine staring deeply into them for a few seconds. After examining my eyes he walks away from under the street lamp towards an alleyway. I follow, curious why I recognise this mysterious boy. He looks back and sees that I am following. He doesn't run or speed up, but he doesn't welcome me to follow either.

... He stops at the Pont des Arts. Staring over the bridge blankly into the river, like he is waiting for something. I gaze into his deep blue eyes. Deep like the ocean. Then I remember. It's Ash, Ash my best friend. How can I forget? He is the reason why I am like this. A couple of years ago we were both in a car accident. It was after a party and Ash insisted driving. I thought I should but I didn't say anything. I survived but he didn't. I have blamed myself ever since. But it's impossible. How is he here right now? He is supposed to be dead.

I amble over to where he is standing and ask, "Ash?" He nods, wide eyed towards the river. For some reason I am not shocked or scared. I am just cassually talking to my dead friend. "I'm sorry," I say as a tear slips down my cheek. "No, it wasn't your fault!" He says looking right into my eyes. I take a step forward, wrap my arms around him, rest my head on his muscular chest an close

We had to write a story in English where you see someone in a crowd whom you recognise but don't know why. They notice you an move away. We have to write the story.

I have done this so far.

'Excuse me,' a waiter says 'we are closing now.' I thank the waiter, place my bookmark on the page where I was disturbed, dramatically close my book and walk out, leaving my untouched coffe on the table.

I must have been reading for a long time as it is dark now, but I am in the centre of Paris and there are many people around. Fellow tourists admire the Eiffel Tower, it's light casts a bewitching spell all through the city. I stand there for a moment, admiring Parisians babiling on in French and scanning the crowd.

There! Under the yellow street lamp stands a boy. I recognise him but where from? He has raven hair against bronze skin and dark blue eyes like precious gems. He skims the crowd as if in search for someone. His eyes meet mine staring deeply into them for a few seconds. After examining my eyes he walks away from under the street lamp towards an alleyway. I follow, curious why I recognise this mysterious boy. He looks back and sees that I am following. He doesn't run or speed up, but he doesn't welcome me to follow either.

I was thinking that she saw him in a dream once. And he is a Greek god from the heavens. Something like that. But I'm not sure what could happen.

I feel like the owl and my main character met to quickly. What do you think? Any help with grammar would be good! Is it bad for a 16 year old?

The air was still with a slight breeze making the colourful autumn leaves twirl like miniature tornadoes in the distance.

Viola was asleep in a pile of crusty leaves. She was so beautiful lying there peacefully. Her big icy blue eyes opened, her eyelashes meeting her eyebrows. A confused expression appeared on her face 'where am I and why am I not in my bed?' She murmured to herself, still lying down in the pile of leaves.

She sprung up like a Jack-in-a-box looking up at the bare trees "hello" she said, her voice echoing into the distance. A loud, paced flapping noise was getting closer and she was treading backwards without realizing. Before she could look anywhere else a giant white owl flew towards her. 'Be quite I am trying to sleep,'The owl demanded. 'Did you just speak or am I dreaming?' Viola murmured, like a robot as she was shocked but for some reason not scared. 'Why would you be dreaming child?' The owl replied with a confused tone to his voice. 'I fell asleep in my bed last night and I have never herd a giant white owl talk before.' ' Are you human?" The owl asked in shock instantly. 'Well of course I am. What did you expect me to be? A pixie ?' Viola replied just casually having a conversation with an owl. "Oh, young lady you’re not in the mortal world no more this is Fantopia.' A puzzled expression appeared on her face. The owl must have seen her expression and explained 'Fantopia is the land given to all immortal, powerful and magical beings. My name is Dauphin the wise owl, you could probably use my help, what is your name child?' 'My name is Viola, yes you seriously need to help me and please don’t call me a child I’m 17.' 'Have you got any questions young viola?' 'Yes, my brain is drowning in questions. Why am I here? Can’t we just find some kind of portal to send me back to "the mortal world"

What if you have a great imagination but not so good writing? What if you had a cool idea for a story but you can't write? Is there such a thing as an idea provider for films and books? Even if there was you most likely would do it for free. It's ok for people that can write. They can be a journalist or something. But even if you have an imagination you can't keep a reader hooked if your writing is bad. What can you do with an imagination if your writing is bad?

I consider myself to have a good imagination. That kind of sounds big headed and I bet a lot of people say the same thing. And I don't think my writing is bad for my age. But what can you do with JUST a good imagination?

People said to avoid cliches, so what if I recreated a classic? I want to do a recreation of Alice in Wonderland. But could I change the names?

A girl is stressed about something so she climbs a tree to get away from people. She just sits there thinking about stuff and finally drifts away. Instead of falling into a rabbit hole maybe she falls into a crows nest and somehow shrinks. Maybe the crow hooks its claws into her clothes and flys her to a Wonderland.

I could carry on...

People said to avoid cliches, so what if I recreated a classic? I want to do a recreation of Alice in Wonderland. But could I change the names?

A girl is stressed about something so she climbs a tree to get away from people. She just sits there thinking about stuff and finally drifts away. Instead of falling into a rabbit hole maybe she falls into a crows nest and somehow shrinks. Maybe the crow hooks its claws into her clothes and flys her to a Wonderland.

I could carry on...