I've been getting a lot of messages and comments saying things like, "omg, you're an amazing writer, ugh I give up" and "I'll never be as good as you"
guys, don't ever say that. you don't understand: my first draft of Paper Stars was horse-shit. So, in order to show you guys that anybody can get better at writing, I will now show you a scene: one copy of it written by me as an 8th grader, the other of my final manuscript.
#1: circa 2009
Suddenly, the silence was broken by the drunken voices of two soldiers. We stopped, waiting quietly as two SS soldiers staggered down the street towards us, taking swigs out of their flasks. One of them stopped in front of me, his lips turned into a drunken smirk. "Well whaddo we haf here
?" He slurred, looking down at me. I felt Benjamin's hand tighten on my shoulder. "A pretty 'ittle thing for a Jew, ain't she, Viktor?"
The other raised his flask to his mouth and downed what seemed