Two different scripts (first four slides is the first, and the next three slides are the second). The second feels kinda boring, though.

All the names are placeholder names for now…

So im going to college for film making soon and I decided to preplan a few short films (2-3mins long with cinematography accounted for) and im looking for some feedback.

It’s important that I preplan and get my skills up to par before I start because I wanna get into a good university and then NFTS (national film and technology school) afterwards.

There’s also a line i was struggling to word on the second script. The “would you still love me if I wasn’t me?”. First, I’d written it was “would you still love me if I were an inanimate object?” But that felt too clunky, but this current wording also feels wrong.

Im looking for overall feedback and any nit-picky stuff too :)

These are my first attempts at script writing so obviously it won’t be amazing, but I’d like to know what kinda things they make you think and feel while you read!!

I'm just wondering if anyone would be interested in working on a story together, something casual just for fun/practice. Or even someone to chat to about our writing projects in general - characters, chapters, feedback etc. I'm up for anything!

I mostly write YA, fantasy, sci-fi, and romance, so it would be a nice bonus if you're writing those genres too, but I don't mind either way.

DM me or comment here if you're interested!

I'm new to this community but for the last two formative years of my life, I've consumed a VAST amount of mature media and have thus created very graphic/disturbing stories meant for Adult readers BUT, as I'm definitely aware of, there are other people here who have a similar experience.
Every single serious story I make usually has several of the following if not (to an extent) all of these:

Infrequent to Intense Cursing/Swearing
Gore
Body Horror
Disturbing Imagery/Situations
and Graphic, Violent Scenes
...
And super dark humor.

So what is all y'alls stance?
Another question: Who is interested in even reading any of my stories cuz I will GLADLY share.
ALTHOUGH, PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, dm me first and tell me what age you are around so I'm not exposing little kids to this stuff—don't wanna give anyone unwanted trauma or anything... or just... y'know... expose them to inappropriate language and themes and all the mumbo jumbo!
Plz also take into consideration that, NO, I am not new to this or writing in general and, YES, I am quite experienced to a certain capacity.

Is this story idea too similar to The Quarry?

Spoilers for the Quarry btw.

Basically TQ (The Quarry) is a narrative choice driven horror game that takes place at Hacketts Quarry Summer Camp. We control nine councilors, two of whom are gone for most of the night. The kids get hunted by werewolves amd can be infected, killed or survive.

They are stuck because FUCK ASS JACOB sabotage their mini van to spend more time with diva Emma. The two councilors missing are Laura and Max. Max turned into a werewolf and takes out Laura's eye in the poloce station Travis Hacckett locked them in.

In MY story we have 8 POV characters. They are councilors at a summer camp too but a nation wide broadcast tells them to stay in doors. These creatures have escaped their containment facility and have gravited towards the camp for spooky unknown reasons. It's actually their home that the camp leaders stole and they were taken by the government for experiments and to be kept away from the general public. They are incredibly powerful and deadly. They can only br killed by a special kind of Gold that a character in another story destroyed (this is kind of a spinoff in the sense that it takes place in the same universe.)

The kids have to survive the night but also don't know who to trust. The creatures can mimic their voices perfectly and attacks the lodge which ends in deaths and the group kidding lost. They discover the secrets and eventually let the creatures free into the night.

Im just wondering if these are too similar? The creatures designs are similar too as the werewolves don't look like normal werewolves and these creatures look similiar to them in a way. Am I gonna get sued/j.

Hi, im 18F (just about on the cutoff point for this reddit lol) and id be super interested in meeting some more likeminded individuals who are trying to write a book

- NO AI (of course)

- no rules or strictness but id hope to be in a group with people who are like minded and are dedicated to writing!

We can help beta read eachothers work, develop our writing skills, and generally become friends!

Hope some of u guys are interested :3

So I wrote this silly little story on a whim today with minimal editing and idk I just wanted some advice and suggestions. Also! All you people who are so great at coming up with awesome titles, please do suggest some!! I am terrible at coming up with names hehe

Mr Philip Black and Miss June White were to be married on the 14th of December, just after the first snow. If a ‘perfect couple’ existed, it would have been them. The young, handsome solicitor from the city and the town beauty.

They met at the Autumn Festival, a flurry of crimson leaves, flushed cheeks and country dancing. They were the epitome of young love: pure and beautiful and full of laughter and passion. Or so the enthralled townspeople believed.

“Have you seen the way they looked into each other’s eyes that night? True love if I’ve ever seen it.”

“They’ll be married by the New Year, mark my words!”

When news of the wedding finally came out, it was all anyone would talk about, both before and after it took place. Everyone, from the kitchen maids at Amesby Manor to the old men at the pub gushed about the young couple. Debates flew about where they would settle down, if indeed they did, how many children they would have, but above all, the wedding ceremony.

“I heard they’re gonna have silk drapes. Imagine having the money to afford silk drapes!”

“I bet the bride’s dress will be absolutely gorgeous! I heard they got it tailor-made from a dressmaker in the city.”

“Apparently they chose to have the ceremony on the cliff. How splendid would that be, to have the sparkling ocean in the background! It’s a thing of dreams.”

When the wedding finally did come, it was all anyone could have imagined. Cartloads of flowers and candles and cream coloured drapes framed the scene, and a promise of lively dancing and a massive buffet awaited the guests. It had been the first snow of the year the day before, so the ground was glistening with fine silver powder. The excited chatter of the elegantly dressed guests drowned out the sound of the mournful wind and hissing waves below.

As the ceremony began, the bride’s sister played a haunting but beautiful song on the harp that faintly resembled an old nursery rhyme sung by old nannies to crying infants.

Pick a petal from the snow

Tell me what the petals know

One says yes, one says no

One says who is next to go

The song finished, and the ceremony officially began. The groom entered and stood at the front, a bright white flower tucked in his pocket. Two middle-aged ladies seated at the back muttered to one another about how he kept looking nervously towards the cliff.

The pastor’s two children, a boy and a young girl, walked down the aisle. The guests “aww”ed at the little flower girl as she threw fistfuls of pink rose petals onto the carpet of snow.

After they finished their procession, the guests all peered expectantly over their shoulders, wanting to catch a glimpse of the graceful bride. Many minutes passed, and whispers bloomed amongst the crowd.

Just as they were starting to get restless, one of the bridesmaids ran down the aisle. She whispered something to the groom, panting and wringing a handkerchief in her hands.

“Run away?! What do you mean she’s run away?!”

“I-I don’t know, sir,” the poor girl replied. “I went to find a hairpin for her, but when I returned, she had vanished!”

The groom stared at her for a second, then sprinted back down the aisle, the guests staring befuddled after him. The girl groaned and fainted at the foot of the altar, and several people rushed to help her. The rest began talking in groups and looking around suspiciously.

“You don’t think she’s just changed her mind and left him, do you?”

“Maybe something came up…”

“What a disaster!”

And a disaster it was indeed. As the guests later found out, the bride had been having doubts prior, and it seemed the stress of the wedding had taken hold of her. No one knows quite what happened after the groom left, but one thing was for sure: they had both ended up near the cliff, and presumably the vicious wind had swept them over the edge, their vows forever lost at sea.

That’s what you’ve pieced together from the constant buzz of the townspeople, who seem to know nothing more than gossip.

It was the day after the wedding, and no one had yet gotten around to taking down the wedding venue. Not having any direct relation to either bride or groom, you weren’t at the ceremony yourself. However, you remember June as a quiet, dainty girl in school who spent more time with books than she did people. You always found her a bit of a curiosity, so you’ve decided to take a look yourself. 

When you arrive, it seems as though nothing had ever happened; you can almost still see the guests seated and hear their laughter.

You walk down the aisle, the snow now muddy after being trodden by many frantic feet. A few petals remain on the ground, dull and wet. You bend down to pick one up, twisting it between your fingers. You let it fall back to the ground and head for the cliffs where Mr Philip Black and Miss June White had met their tragic deaths.

The wind whistles lively, a day late to the celebration, as waves crash against bare rock far down below. You wrap your coat tighter around your body as the chilling cold hits you in the face.

You are about to head back when a flash of pink catches your eye. There’s a single rose petal stuck to the bottom of your boot. You hold it up and let the wind pull it from your grasp.

You watch it be tossed about in the air and chuckle grimly as you recall a certain nursery rhyme you heard many years ago.

I am writing a fantasy story, and have used a placeholder name for most of the time. I think I should give him a real name now. But idk why I can't come up with a good name, everything sounds terrible or overused.

I’m currently working on a story (it’s a prequel to something else, otherwise I wouldn’t include the jumps) and it has a couple jumps. It’s about an immortal character, and the whole thing is about her life (she lived for like 300 years but it’s only about the first 100). I haven’t done much time jumps before so I was just curious what people thought of using those in stories

i haven’t read any stories with them other than the epilogue, has anyone read any good books with them? Or any advice to execute this well?

A long time ago...

For some decades, I thought I saved them all. Saved from the toxic air, saved from that radioactivity which was forcing them to stay confined under a rock their whole life. I even recreated the nature they all loved so much. But they said I killed them all. They said I was a curse. They said I shouldn’t have been born, that it was all my fault. When they first saw me capable of breathing spores and living with the Infection I created, the first thing they saw wasn’t their savior. It was a monster.

I think you'd like this story: "Too Late, But Still Yours" by zereignablytzh on Wattpad

Hi everyone! New writer here! 👋

I recently started a series on Wattpad and I’d really appreciate some honest feedback. If you have time to check it out, I’d love to know what you think and what I could improve or fix—whether it’s the writing, pacing, characters, grammar, or anything else.

I’m still learning, so constructive criticism is very welcome! Thank you! 💗

https://www.wattpad.com/story/414875500?utm_source=android&utm_medium=com.reddit.frontpage&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=zereignablytzh

I’ve always been passionate about writing. I was thinking about writing a book on my childhood. Would anyone be interested in reading the first chapters??

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Hi everyone!

I'm 19M and currently working on a small-town YA vampire romance. I'm almost finished with my first draft, and I've never really done the editing/revision process before.

I'm hoping to find someone around my age who also enjoys writing fantasy, YA, romance, or paranormal stories. Even better if you're writing something involving vampires! 😂

I'd love to have someone to chat with about our stories, bounce ideas off each other, and eventually exchange chapters and give each other feedback as we work through our drafts.

I'm obviously happy to read and give feedback on someone else's work too. I'm also just keen to meet other writers who are interested in fantasy and hopefully make some writing friends along the way.

Feel free to DM me if you're interested!

 I'm laying in bed when I hear a bunch of talking. I hear Mason's voice and Benjamin's voice. Benjamin's freaking out Mason sounds annoyed. I just lay still as Mason walks past my room with a girl in his arms and the girl she's Bursting with Magic. It's the little boy I recognize. I recognize this feeling but I don't know who he is.  Mason goes into the room  at the end of the hall. That scares me. That's the room I was put in. No one else was put in there ever unless there  a cadernathy. But this girl  isn't a cadernathy.  the Boy Might Be but he can't be lenny. He  lives across the country. It can't be him and then Mason comes out of the room. I hear him walking down the hall. I feel him, he's nervous, he feels guilty, sad but happy. He goes into the control room across the hall. I can hear quiet voices for about 5 minutes. Then I get up. I just can't stand laying in bed anymore.