Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson. Sometimes one word can describe so much about a book!
The Main Character's Name!
One of the most popular things writers do is name the story after the main character. This makes the reader's main focus go to that one character, and become curious as to what happens to them.
The Group or Object Title!
Writers also drift toward naming thier works after a group in the series or an object that plays a big part in the book. Take one of my other favorito book series for example.
The Mortal Instruments
The Mortal Instruments is named so because of three objects in the series. A mirror, sword, and a cup. These objects were used por a man to create a legion of Shadowhunters(Demon-Hunters). The main bad guy in the series spends most of the his time trying to get these objects.
Symbolic Names!
Another idea is to name it after something it symbolizes or something one of the characters say. Take, "To Kill a Mockingbird" por Harper Lee, for example. A story about a little girl named Scout who is introduced to racial injustice in the south.
"Mockingbirds don't do one thing but make música for us to enjoy. They don't eat up people's gardens, don't nest in corncribs, they don't do one thing but sing their hearts out for us. That's why it's a sin to kill a mockingbird."
The story goes on into telling us about a black man who was accused of raping a white girl in the town. Everybody knew he was innocent, but the man was still charged and murdered. The quote is symbolic because HE symbolizes the mockingbird.
One-Word Names!
The last idea I have is to give the book a one-word name. This one word could sum up the entire book series. Take the book, "Speak" por Laurie Halse Anderson. A book about a girl who never speaks up and tells anybody about her problem. In addition to her never speaking up, a few sub-plots in the story deal with the same "Speak" idea. Like her lab partner who stands up to one of the teachers.
I hope this artigo helps you name your book/story. I and if not, I really hope I give you some ideas!
Serena
He didn't seem... mad. Like he should have been. Like he had every right to be.
He stopped maybe a meter away from me. I glanced up, and saw the same look of indecision I had seen on his face the first day.
I had no idea what I was supposed to do. My life is not a perfect little story where happy endings are mandatory.
I didn't expect myself to sink to the floor against the mural and begin crying. There just weren't words to say what I wanted to.
I didn't expect him to sit in front of me and put his hands on my shoulders. He forced me to to look up at him, and he said, "Tell me."
He didn't seem... mad. Like he should have been. Like he had every right to be.
He stopped maybe a meter away from me. I glanced up, and saw the same look of indecision I had seen on his face the first day.
I had no idea what I was supposed to do. My life is not a perfect little story where happy endings are mandatory.
I didn't expect myself to sink to the floor against the mural and begin crying. There just weren't words to say what I wanted to.
I didn't expect him to sit in front of me and put his hands on my shoulders. He forced me to to look up at him, and he said, "Tell me."
i would end up here with you
i was a restless wanderer on a distant path
you were a lonely dreamer with a broken laugh
i would go anywhere the road would lead
my hopes and dreams is all that i would need
i don't need a house or fancy cars
i would rather sleep underneath the stars
you did'nt have much to call your own
but what a lovely smile on your face shown
you said your chance at amor had past you por
i told i'm here so dont you cry
our lives were like the pieces of a broken heart
now that we're together what a life could start
there was magic in the air that night
everything was moving at the speed of light
you were like my juliet and i your romeo
you amor me i amor you thats all i need to know
no longer will you dream of amor thats true
no longer will i wander my procurar has led to you
Normally, this style just isn't me, but I feel like I needed to release all of my wrath, turning it into sadness, eventually.
So, I'm not an emo poem writer, but I just wanted to publicar this piece I literally just wrote.
I am broken
There's no one left to fix me.
All hope is lost
There's so much I will never be.
I am broken
My world has been shattered.
All hope is lost
I am nothing, destroyed and battered.
I am broken
The world around me falls apart.
All hope is lost
There is no chance for a new start.
I am broken
I have been left here on my own.
All hope is lost
There's no one else; I am here alone.
I am broken
The pain is too much for me to bare.
All hope is lost
In the end, the others just don't care.
I was broken
No tears remain in my fearful eyes.
All hope is gone
My world ended with nothing but lies.
So, I'm not an emo poem writer, but I just wanted to publicar this piece I literally just wrote.
I am broken
There's no one left to fix me.
All hope is lost
There's so much I will never be.
I am broken
My world has been shattered.
All hope is lost
I am nothing, destroyed and battered.
I am broken
The world around me falls apart.
All hope is lost
There is no chance for a new start.
I am broken
I have been left here on my own.
All hope is lost
There's no one else; I am here alone.
I am broken
The pain is too much for me to bare.
All hope is lost
In the end, the others just don't care.
I was broken
No tears remain in my fearful eyes.
All hope is gone
My world ended with nothing but lies.
That dia I thought I was a failure. I was sitting outside our house on a bench in my white dress, just staring at the dark sky while raindrops were running down my cheeks. It could have been tears as well, all I knew was that it was raining pretty hard.
As she noticed I was outside, she opened the door and told me to come inside, where it was warm. Her soft voice told me she was going to make some chá for me and that everything would be okay.
I didn't even look at her when I got up and started to run.
The grama felt wet and cold under my bare feet as I was running towards the nearby forest,...
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As she noticed I was outside, she opened the door and told me to come inside, where it was warm. Her soft voice told me she was going to make some chá for me and that everything would be okay.
I didn't even look at her when I got up and started to run.
The grama felt wet and cold under my bare feet as I was running towards the nearby forest,...
This is Molly Stray
