Jozie

I need all y'all lovely ppl again...

So I am writing a romance and I wanna decide on a title

The story is set in a gas station and they fall in love in autumn. I want the title to be autumn related or song lyrics about autumn....

Pick 1) or 2) or 3)or suggest something

1) A leaf brought us together

2) Autumn Almanac

3) Autumn leaves in your hair

i am writing a story (a romance) which title should i use to attract more readers? please choose comment 1 or 2

1. I swear by the moon and the stars (i think this is lyrics from a song)

2. A star carried me to you

or suggest a title preferably with the word star(s) in it ！！！！！

thannnnnnnnnnnks

Prologue

The wispy clouds tumbled by the opened window as the train rumbled on. The wind brought the faintest scent of sun flower seeds into the crowded compartment. I smiled at the thought of my daring. My childhood had been filled with the fascinating tales of run aways that my gramp had so obligingly consented into telling after many tantrums. My parents didn't approve of such wild bed time stories. "A proper lady should listen to fairy tales concluding in happily ever afters not some scruffy character running away for the sake of freedom." Our family was well respected and extremely wealthy. I watched as all my siblings grew up and became great people. Thus, living up to the family reputation. Private schools, piano lessons, pudding making and much more are all pain in the neck. I've been ordered to be prefect and punished into obedience. Story of my life. I was locked away in a cage like a bird. The only light of happiness came from my gramp's intriguing story telling. The train swayed gently. The scenery rushed on. I was finally on my way after months of planning. I was bond for a better life. All I wanted to do now was spread my wings and fly away.

I hope this story didn't make any of you fall asleep.....Comment and say anything you like! Please don't copy under any circumstances! THANKS FOR READING!!!

Notebook. Check. Pencils. Check. I crammed all my favourite books into my almost exploding bag. My hands trembled nervously, my head kept repeating the dreadful thought again and again. I am going to high school tomorrow. I am going to high school tomorrow. Get a grip, Dewey. You are the smartest girl in your elementary school and going to high school is just like another easy test, once you get the idea everything will naturally fall into place! I wiped sweat from my forehead. Glancing up I caught a glimpse of myself in the green rimmed mirror perched on my dresser. Short, fiery red hair that reminded me of Anne of the Green Gables. Popping, green eyes that I constantly told myself did not in the slightest look like a frog's. My body was like a windblown stick that was going to collapse any second. Compare to my curvy and beautiful cousin, Matilda, I looked like an immature three year old. No matter, the most important thing to me are books! I couldn't live a day without those old volumes beside my side.

The shrilled sound of a siren woke me from the sea of thoughts. Oh! No! It was already afternoon and only a few short hours until my future life in Riley Era High! I stumbled down the stairs, ignoring my mom's angry shouts issuing out of her closed study. Throwing open the door, I ran outside. Sun blinded me and the salty wind caressed my cheeks, twining in my messy hair. The familiar Cape Cod beach in the distance beckoned at me with the joyful shouts and screeching laughter. I grinned and shut my eyes, feeling like a magical character from a fairy tale. So free! It is time to enjoy yourself now, don't worry about high school the future will decide for itself. I sprinted into the garage, waving to a scurrying squirrel on the nearby cherry blossom tree. Unlocking and jumping onto my rusty bike, I pedalled toward the blistering beach. Faster and faster until I flew.

You might think this is boring but this is just the first point of view from the first main character. It will get better.

Gideon Richerty

Dewey Dawson

Whales Hudson aka Whiz

Siragon, Caw and Colon

Is there a better name for Siragon who is the bad person?

Should I write it as a point of view story or as third, first person story? Should i write it in chapters or just random sections. This is hard for me to choose. I think point of view is interesting what you think? Thanks for the advice!

The ground trembled underneath Siragon as he stood proudly on the castle's balconey, surveying his advancing army. The army that he had trained for nearly three years and the exact army that is sure to have never ending success. He drummed his fingers together and called out to the sea of razor sharp spears and black hooded figures. He could already taste trimphant.

"Are you all ready?" He roared. His stronge voice thundered, shaking the walls.

"YES SIR," came the eager replies.

"Then what are you waiting for Aixies?"

"It is TIME!" He screamed and he felt the army's impatient sturred.

Without a word, the army marched out together like a swarm of blood thirsty ants ready to attack their poor prey.

Swiveling around, Siragon clasped his hands together and whispered heartily,

"You'll see...."