Although not necessarily giving much to offer in regards to experience, I like to believe I have emense talent. I have been writing short stories and novels for about 8 years now, my mind continuously being drawn to romance. Friends and family also like to come to me with editing help. Here is a snippet of one a chapter in a novel I am working on: The last face to show up is none other than Devan Cook. The boy who’s been by her side for four years, no matter what she may have put him through. His crooked teeth appear in a big grin, almost as if he was laughing at something Ana had said. The fabricated image of Devan towers over Ana as the real Devan would. Just as tall, just as loving. The tear that sat in her right eye falls down her cheek and she finds it hard to hold the rest back. She has to stop for a second, finding it hard to breathe through the tears. Stopping too quickly, Ana falls to the ground. She lands with a big thud, her knees hitting the hard pavement first. Wait. Pavement? She thinks to herself, before even noticing the pain in her knees.