Hello Ncicole (if that is your real name - maybe you meant Nicole). I've just finished plowing through your story "Mars Child." In an effort to be honest, I'm just going to tell you outright: This story is not good. In fact, I think it’s hopeless. Others will try to give you advice, things that will help you in your writing, and so will I. The difference between their advice and mine is that if you follow theirs you will be constantly led down a road of hope and letdowns. I've also stopped trying to be fake nice to people who send me their shitty stories to “critique.” So strap it on and bend over.

First of all - your story has no plot. It is a meandering and often ridiculous sample of the thoughts of a seemingly insane fourth grade girl. Your main character is nameless and lifeless. Most things in your story happen with such absurd reality that it's hard not to laugh at them. Your main character listens to Martian music on a Martian website – before Martians have even made contact with the Earthlings. Are you just really dumb or do you have no idea what you’re writing? Your main character (what the fuck is her name?) then gets abducted by some Martians and they impregnate her. Woo. Wait, how old was this girl? Nine? Shit, that’s some fucked up shit Ncicole. So then, her “Mother” is basically like “Oh, I don’t think that’s legal.” WHAT THE FUCKING SHIT?! Are you kidding me? In a world where no one even knows that Martians fucking exist, the girl’s fucking mother has a COMPETENT UNDERSTANDING OF THE LAW REGARDING MARTIAN/NINE-YEAR-OLD CRIMINAL SEXUAL CONDUCT?! Oh, and hey, wouldn’t her first reaction be “Oh shit, you just got fucking raped by fucking aliens”? Just a little bit of a believability issue. Yeah, a bit the size of a porn-star’s dick.

One last question: Do you have Tourette’s Syndrome? No? Then why the FUCK does the phrase “Mars Child” keep showing up in the most random of places? “The Martian hands were old and when Mars Child they touch her she feel like they in her and then Mars Child she pregnant.” WHAT THE FUCK? What the fucking SHIT?!

Delete this story. Delete it, and never think of it again. Trust me, you don't want people to know you wrote this. And if English isn't your first language, don’t write in fucking English. Are you dumb? Also - spell check is your friend. If shit isn’t spelled write, no won is going two want to reed what you rote. That includes your fucking name too, Ncicole. Shit.

If you want to continue on this road of writing fiction, the most important thing besides actual talent is practice. Since you don’t have the former, I suggest you practice ad infinitum. Preferably until you die. Maybe then, when the Martians invade Earth in a hundred years, some of your shit might be legible to them. Go, now and read some short fiction (all of the short fiction ever written, please) so that you know what the fuck you’re doing.

I'm sorry if this has been hard on you - but if I submitted a stick figure to a professional artist to critique, I would be expecting the same kind of ass-raping that I gave you.

Best of Luck with “Mars Child,"

Stephen King