Do u think i am a good writer? here are a few pieces of my work------Plz answer!!!!!!!!!!?

Do u think i am a good writer? here are a few pieces of my work------Plz answer!!!!!!!!!!?

The surface of the lake was still.

“You coming in?” A voice called out of the darkness. Willow turned, in time to see an opaque silhouette emerge out of the gloomy trees. The figure ran past her and plunged into the lake, shattering the serenity of the water.

Willow laughed.

“Impressive.” She shouted teasingly.

“Do I have to wait all day?” Jack called back.

Willow pulled off her dress and dived gracefully, like a swan into the cool water. Jack glided towards her and took her hand.

“You took your time today.” He said gently, pulling her closer to him.

“Usually you are the first one in”

“This is our last night here.” Willow replied softly.

“I want to enjoy every minute of it.”

“Ah.”

Jack sighed and turned over onto his back.

“It feels like only a mere few days have passed.” He murmured, staring up at the night sky.”

Willow nodded.

“The last month did go by pretty quickly.” She agreed wistfully.

Jack squeezed her hand.

“We’ll come back here,” He Whispered.

“We come every year.”

A single tear trickled down Willow’s cheek. Jack lightly wiped it away.

“Don’t cry Baby,” He said tenderly.

Willow hiccupped, then smiled.

Jack glanced down and his watch,

“We should leave. It’s nearly eleven.”

He swam over to the edge of the lake with Willow not far behind. He draped a towel lightly around her shoulders. Then the two of them started walking back through the trees.

Story 2

It was Sunday. Yesterday Jodie and I had gone into town to buy a school uniform for me, as I did not have one yet. But today Jodie had to go into the office for a couple of hours, so I was on my own. Which suited me, as Jodie’s nice but I prefer my own company. The sun was out, which surprised me as for the past few days that I had been here it had been raining. I decided to go out for a walk around our block. My new home was one of many modern, red brick houses, with neat front lawns; all on the same block. I had not met many people in our area yet, only an Old Italian couple who lived next door. As I stepped outside onto the front porch, a strong gust of wind blew my hair back into my eyes. I smiled. Yes, although the sun was out, it was still the typical cold, windy afternoon. I looked up and sure enough I could see dark clouds gathering in the sky, like big angry shadows.

As I walked down the street something caught my attention. At the end of the road, there was a tall, bleak house with old Victorian style windows. It was so unlike any of the other red, bright houses surrounding it. The house was in darkness, with the curtains drawn across the dirty windows. What seemed strange to me was that it didn’t look like anyone was living there, and yet it had a strong air of inhabitance. Before I could get close enough to see anything else, the clouds opened and it began to pour with rain. Like tiny crystals showering from the heavens.

3

The animal ****** his head cautiously. He could hear footsteps crunching on the dry blanket of leaves, on the forest floor. Out of the corner of his eye he could see a man, a rifle held in the crook of his arm.

‘BANG!’ The silence was shattered as the man aimed the gun and fired.

The animal dodged the bullet and ran for the shelter of a large tree.

‘BANG!’ the rifle was shot again, narrowly missing him by inches.

Ryn darted up the tree branch, his strong claws hanging on for dear life.

The man ****** the rifle again and-

‘BANG! BANG! BANG!’ The shots were fired so fast that Ryn was not able to get away fast enough. One of the bullets struck his side and he fell from the tree, finally at peace.

The hunter grinned, satisfied. His boss would praise him for an excellent days work. A good few handbags or purses could be made from an ocelot’s coat.

She was looking for her mate. She knew he would be near. She sniffed around and paused, picking up a familiar scent.

Her mate had left, some time ago, to find food for them. After about two hours she started to get worried. He was never usually this long. So she left their small overgrown clearing and set off to look for him.

She could smell his scent. He was close. She set off in the direction of his scent. It didn’t take her long to find him. Or what was left of him.

When she saw him lying on the ground, a hunter standing over him she reeled back in shock. Ryn, her trusted mate was gone. He would no longer be there to support her. He was the one who had collected food for her. He was the one who had found shelter for them in the cold, bitter winter months. But now he was gone.

Suddenly, the hunter turned around and saw her crouched near a thick shrub. The hunter laughed coldly. Just when he thought things couldn’t get any better. He positioned his rifle; pulled back the trigger- ‘BANG!’ the bullet zoomed through the air, and found its place in her heart.

I'm 12 btw, the first one is part of a novel i am writing