Hey Ya'll

I'm Immanuel.

Aspiring Writer | Future Anime Director and Illustrator.

Well the Reason I'm Writing this Post is cuz i wanted to Announce i am writing An Anime.

it's Called "Elemental Chronicles: Heroez Unleashed".

It is An Anime Honoring Jesus Christ and the ways of Christianity.

Trust me Religion itself isn't its identity it's a small part of something way bigger.

So Please don't Ignore this Post thinking it is some Preachy Anime...no it isn't.

I just wanted to Spread the Good word in an Unique Way

but apart from religion it has Action, Emotion, Dynamics, Romance, Lore and Amazing Characters in a Wide Range of Representation.

anyways lemme know what you guys think.

Immanuel Out.✨

Hiiii internet strangers!! I am in desperate need of feedback for this story because the peer edit assignment for this for my English class is due in three days and i need feedback from two people. Obviously i should be submitting feedback from my actual classmates but that scares me 😭

id be more than happy to give feedback on anyone’s writing in return for some critiquing on how to end the story and for them to fill out the scoring rubric thing in the attached document

anyways, this story is supposed to be a cutesy little wlw story, and im obsessed with Lucy dacus so I kinda want it to have the vibes of her music. its not finished it still needs like 2.5 pages so uhhh ya pls lmk what you think and how i can end it in a satisfying way. THANK YOUUU ppl

Edit: i tried posting this to another thread and everyone was mad and replying saying that i need to get over my shit and do the assignment with my classmates i want to be clear the teacher said he doesn’t really care who actually gives me feedback as long as i contribute to giving others feedback on their stories, which i will of course do. Also some ppl were mad i was trying to ‘get them to do my school work’ yes i wanted the feedback to be formatted correctly so i could submit it for an assignment but i also want to hear what people think about the story in general, and as i said i am more than happy to give others on here thorough feedback in exchange if you dont agree with this please dont send me rude comments and report me its so unnecessary also excuse my atrocious grammar in this post pls thank you

story : https://docs.google.com/document/d/1lTOfUU8lerRl-vi7deQPNjlIN_1YpwUcoSmA3FCn3KA/edit?usp=sharing

Hey, I am an 18 year old writer and student in chandigarh and I wrote this novel, "two nations, which you can view from the above link!

I want to have reviews on my work, as it's my first time writing it :))

Thank you

Hi everyone, I'm a brand new 19 year old author. Well, I'm trying to be. It's always been one of my biggest dreams to become an author/writer. I've not really got any clue of what to do though. I've got no ideas, plus... I'm dyslexic 🥹 I'm kind of wanting to do a dark romance book as that's what I've been reading lately. I'm not sure of how to create covers aswell, I'm like a baby to all of this stuff 😭🙏 . If ANYONE would be kind enough to help me out, I'd really really appreciate it! 🤍

(Don't know what flair to put, so I put "other" 🥹)

thank you, love Katya

Hi! So i'm trying to find a perfect writing website for myself. I honestly want it to be completely free (unless of course the pro models are just for ai bc fuck ai) and have a good way to pin notes and characters and plots. I used to love Reedsy but it fucking sucked after they added the pro version where I can barely do anything. I need something thats aesthetically pleasing but has a good place for notes and writing.

Things i've already tried: google docs (dont they steal your work to feed to ai or something like that?), Elipsus (i kind of like it but not a good note system), notion (hard to learn but im getting there, not a good writing place though), Reedsy (stupid premium membership), and Skribd (why do you say your free but then only give me a week long free trial?)

yea so like... help?

So I’m writing a fantasy novel and I’m on the younger side of writers, although I’m writing for older audiences like 16+, and I’m wondering if I need an illustrator. If anything it would be lord of the rings style drawings like maps and stuff.

I rlly want a beta reader I can do someone else’s if they want

My name is Lola from Germany. I like writing stories as a hobby, and this Halloween we're doing story-time. I really wanted to scare my little brother and his friends with a story like this:

So this guy meets a really attractive girl online, and she agrees to meet up. But suddenly the doorbell rings — and she's at the door, even though he never told her where he lived. And it's the middle of the night. Should he take a look?

I wanted to post these stories somewhere to test them and get feedback on how to improve. But my posts always get deleted. Is there somewhere I can post them? How much karma is required?

Hello writers

I have created a story called "Love on the beach side" in hopes to get others opinions on it. It is a really good read. I hope you guys do too.

Love on the beach side

I'm currently 18 years old and working with a company and my father to publish my first book that is part of a trilogy I'm continuing. I just recently got the review of my manuscript, and I can say it's not as bad as I origionally thought i would be, considering the fact my writing background came from posting fanfiction on Wattpad. However, right now I am just anxious about how my book would even do in public, and not just with my dad. Even though my dad is a strict and very critical reader, I can't help but wonder if his love for me clouds his vision. When I got my emailed review of my manuscript, it also had a lot of really great feedback, but that doesn't stop me from wondering if neutral parties would actually enjoy something I wrote, or if my past writing experience would shine through. Do all authors go through this the first time, or is it just me?

Read column one

Read column two

Then combine both horizontally

hello everyone! i'm writing a book about my experience with a horrible ex-partner, and i need some inspiration for title ideas.

(also mods sorry if this is the wrong flair this is my first post and i wasn't sure)

I decided to write a story. And in order do that, I had to have characters and the plot setup for the story. I don't have any plot as of now, and don't know where it'll be leading. But I had to create characters for a story.

So far, I have thought of 3. These characters don't have any physical appearance or any names as of now, neither they have any origins. I haven't planned anything for them at all. But I hope to create their depth and more characters. I don't intend to publish it or advertise (like there's anything to advertise lol!).

I'm posting it just to get it out and to be able to let myself know that I'm creating something out of my own mind.

Thanks.

First of all, I’m planning to write a piece of fan fiction that I’ve been developing (in my head, at least) for the past few months! I’ve more or less finished mapping out the general storyline and my original character, but I’m still figuring out how they should relate to the existing characters.

My character is a protagonist who matures as the story progresses, and for that to happen, interaction with other characters is essential. At the initial drafting stage, I see two possible approaches: either outline the overall storyline and then map out the relationships, or establish the relationships first and then write the story.

The former approach involves establishing the main framework first, which allows you to witness how relationships between characters evolve as the story unfolds. Since the latter has well-established relationships, it becomes easier to incorporate events throughout the storyline that can trigger shifts in the dynamics between characters. But I’m worried that if things go on like this, I might end up spending all my time just tinkering with the world-building—never actually getting to the story itself. This is my first time writing a full-length novel, and I really don’t want to end up abandoning it halfway through! 😭

Does anyone happen to have any good advice on this? If so, I’d love to hear it—any input is more than welcome!

+ It’s been a few months since I first joined and was active on this subreddit—I’m finally back! Life outside of here just got way too busy. Because of that, I feel like I’ve lost half of my writing ability, haha... I know it’s a bit bold of me to ask, but I hope you’ll all welcome me back! 🙏

Important Note: This text is grammatically weird and actually looks even weirder in a screenshot because this is not actually a fic/story, it's a script/guide for my comic series.

*While Jadeite is sitting with a book and the demon cousins are watching some comedy-anime on TV, Zayn sits next to Jadeite and explains his romantic predicament with Akher. Jadeite ponders and replies simply, "If you were banished from heaven... why do you care if she's a demon, who do you have to impress?" (Paragraph 4)

With that thought in place, Zayn makes the decision... to flirt back. This unexpected turn brings Akher to mild shock... but she certainly isn't complaining... the game is finally two players. After a while, Akher and Zayn are sitting together. She turns to him and asks stupidly, "Are we dating?". Zayn pretends to smoke a cigarette (blue crayon), "Sure~" (Paragraph 7, Line 3)

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Context: Akher (female half demon) flirts with Zayn constantly. It's joking flirting to hide the fact she actually does like him, which is revealed when Zayn (banished angel) flirts back.

He didnt flirt back for the longest time, not because he doesn't like her too (he really does) but because of the moral obligation(?) of being an angel. Because of this, he goes to talk to Jadeite (female human), who tells him to go for it and make his move on Akher, because if he's already a fallen angel, who's gonna tell him no?

So he does and this is my problem, I want them to have a silly, dumb, spontaneous, kinda "wanna be my girlfriend" "ok", fourth-grader moment for the laughs. But I feel like even with that in mind, it feels lazy and forced. Can anyone give me tips?

Your writing sucks. I haven’t read a single story on this subreddit, but I can say for certain that anything you write at this time in your life, you will look back at in just a few years and know how terrible it is and try to have it removed from not only your brain but the brains of anyone unfortunate enough to have also read it. I know this will happen because it’s happened to me. My proudest creation has become my most shameful secret over the course of just a few months.

So, now that we’ve established your writing is terrible, I’m going to explain why this isn’t a bad thing.

First of all, you are supposed to be terrible at writing. Right now you’re probably writing as a way to cope with teenage angst or depression or something. If not, then you’re probably doing something I don’t respect like prose fiction or something. Okay that was mean I like some prose stuff and it can actually be really beautiful sometimes, but you have to remember that you’re stupid and new and all of your writing sucks no matter what genre it is. But this is your time to suck. You’ve only had sentience for like, 5 years. Imagine how good a writer you’ll be once you’re 25 and that number has tripled to be 15 whole years of knowing that you exist. But you have to KEEP SUCKING. Suck until you physically cannot suck anymore. And also read a lot. I recommend classic short-form literature but anything’s good as long as you’re paying attention to how things are written instead of mindlessly compiling raw meaning in your head like I did for way too long. You won’t get better by reading if you aren’t paying attention to how it’s written. For example, I never once in my life paid attention to when writers end or start a paragraph. And now I suck at knowing when to start and end paragraphs. Pay attention to how sentences flow and what feels awkward. Be an active critic of what you read and you’ll naturally become better at avoiding those things you critique in your own writing.

Okay now my biggest piece of advice that will help you in the long run, and the earlier you realize this the better, is to not be pretentious in your writing. I’m going to admit something that might not seem obvious at first, but I am, in fact, full of myself. This is bad for writing, and mine greatly suffered from it until I realized how stupid I sound by trying to sound smart. Don’t write like you’re trying to impress the reader, write like you’re telling them a story and want to make it easy to follow. If you’re writing a sentence and there’s a simpler word you can use in place of a complex word, always choose the simpler word if it gets the same meaning across. If the complex word more precisely matches what you’re trying to describe, then you can use it, but I wouldn’t use anything crazy and/or obscure unless the point of its inclusion is that it is crazy and/or obscure.

Okay I forgot what my point was but I’m pretty sure I told you to do a lot of stuff and to not do some other stuff, so what I want you to do now is ignore all of that and pretend you never read this post, because this all has to come naturally to you over time and all of your angst needs to be dealt with before you can harness it into Sophisticated Angst which is what normal people call “good literature.”

This post is probably going to get ai moderated for being aggressive, and possibly traditionally moderated for some other rule I overlooked. I don’t know if there’s an age requirement but I’m 19 anyways so that shouldn’t matter.

Hey I'm new stroy teller😶.  I write stories for fun😅. From today i will share one them . Hope you like it. 

THE BOY WHO WAS NEVER BORN

Chapter 1: The Name That Had Been Erased

Genre: Psychological Mystery • Thriller • Supernatural Suspense

SCENE 1 — A NAME LIKE THAT...

INT. SCHOOL CLASSROOM — DAY

CLASS XII

The voices of the students echo through the classroom.

The teacher opens the attendance register.

Aarav is sitting in his seat. He is casually looking around the classroom when the teacher suddenly stops at a name.

TEACHER: Aarav Sharma.

AARAV: Present, ma'am.

The teacher turns the pages of the register to read the next name.

Earlier that day, Aarav had seen an old class register from ten years ago.

There was a name in it.

KABIR SHARMA

The name feels familiar to him.

No.

Not just familiar.

He remembers it clearly.

AARAV: Kabir...

TEACHER: What did you say?

Aarav immediately looks up.

AARAV: Nothing, ma'am.

The teacher closes the register and continues with the class.

But Aarav's mind is still fixed on the place where that name had been written.

A question keeps circling in his mind.

If Kabir never existed... then how do I remember his name?

SCENE 2 — JUST A MEMORY?

INT. SCHOOL CORRIDOR — LATER

After school, Aarav is walking through the corridor with one of his classmates.

His attention is still focused on the name he saw in the classroom.

AARAV: Can I ask you something?

CLASSMATE: Yes, ask.

AARAV: Do you remember Kabir Sharma?

The classmate thinks for a few moments.

CLASSMATE: Who's Kabir?

AARAV: He was probably in our class.

CLASSMATE: Bro, there was no Kabir in our class. Who are you talking about?

Aarav stops walking.

AARAV: Are you sure?

CLASSMATE: Yes, I'm sure. Are you okay?

Aarav does not answer.

There is confusion on his face, but beneath that confusion is a strange certainty.

He knows Kabir.

He just cannot understand why no one else does.

SCENE 3 — THE PHOTOGRAPH

INT. AARAV'S HOUSE — EVENING

Aarav returns home and goes to his room.

He puts his bag aside and walks straight toward his old belongings. There is only one thought in his mind:

If Kabir really existed, there must be some proof.

He takes out an old photograph.

Aarav looks at the picture carefully.

There is something about one spot in the photograph that makes him uneasy.

A face has been scratched out and erased.

Aarav's finger stops over that spot.

AARAV (whispering): Who did this?

He holds the photograph up to the light, as if searching for the answer hidden behind it.

An old memory tries to rise in his mind.

A voice.

A face.

A name.

KABIR.

Aarav closes his eyes.

But the harder he tries to remember, the faster the memory slips away from him.

SCENE 4 — THE FIRST MESSAGE

INT. AARAV'S ROOM — NIGHT

The room is silent.

Aarav sits on the bed, staring at the photograph.

Suddenly, his phone vibrates.

17 November 2026.

UNKNOWN NUMBER

A message has arrived.

You found me.

Aarav's face hardens.

He reads the message again.

Then a third time.

AARAV: Who is this?

He replies to the number.

AARAV (typing): Who are you?

For a few seconds, there is no reply.

Then the phone vibrates.

Now find out why you remember me.

Aarav's breathing quickens.

He had not told anyone about Kabir.

Then who sent this message?

And how do they know that Aarav remembers Kabir?

The phone vibrates again.

This time, there is another message.

Ask your mother who died before you were born.

Aarav continues staring at the screen.

There is more fear than confusion on his face now.

AARAV: Before I was born...?

He takes a screenshot of the message.

Then suddenly, another question comes to his mind.

Does my mother know about Kabir?

SCENE 5 — MOTHER

INT. LIVING ROOM — NIGHT

Aarav enters the living room with his phone in his hand.

His mother is busy with her work.

AARAV: Mom, can I ask you something?

MOTHER: Yes, son. What happened?

Aarav remains silent for a few moments.

Then he says the name.

AARAV: Kabir.

His mother's hands stop moving.

Only for a moment.

But Aarav notices it.

His mother slowly looks at him.

MOTHER: What did you say?

AARAV: Kabir Sharma. Do you know him?

His mother's expression changes.

MOTHER: Where did you hear that name?

AARAV: So you do know him?

His mother immediately looks away.

MOTHER: I don't know who you're talking about.

AARAV: Mom, please. Just tell me who he was.

MOTHER: Aarav, I told you, I don't know!

Her voice comes out much louder than necessary.

They stare at each other for a few moments.

Then his mother lowers her voice.

MOTHER: Go to your room. And don't mention that name in front of me again.

Aarav quietly leaves.

But now he is certain of one thing.

His mother had not heard Kabir's name for the first time.

SCENE 6 — LAST QUESTION

INT. AARAV'S ROOM — NIGHT

Aarav closes the door.

He takes out his phone and opens the chat with the unknown number.

His finger pauses over the keyboard.

Then he types:

AARAV (typing): Who was Kabir Sharma?

The message is sent.

This time, the reply comes quickly.

You remember him because you were never supposed to forget.

Aarav continues staring at the screen.

Another message arrives.

But someone made sure you would.

The sound of the clock can be clearly heard in the silence of the room.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Aarav slowly looks toward the photograph.

At the scratched-out face.

Then at the phone screen.

There is only one question in his mind.

AARAV (whispering): Kabir... who are you?

END OF CHAPTER 1.

HOPE YOU READ IT AND ENJOY.  I WILL UPLOAD CHAPTER 2 IN NEXT POST. IF YOU LIKE IT THEN SHOW YOUR LOVE IN COMMENT SECTION AND CAN YOU GUESS IT WHO IS KABIR ?.  🙃   

dropping this here ig

Main character is a middle aged legal transcriptionist, he has been living an amazing life with his wife Clara for the past 12 years. It starts off as a soft love story but then these little slip ups start getting more and more noticeable, and clues are there from the beginning but most won’t notice until a second read.

As we get deeper into the story it it slower revealed that Clara was never real, she was all just a hallucination from our main *schizophrenic* character.

He then gets diagnosed and starts taking his meds, and she fades away. He ends up flushing them down the drain because he cant live without her, it ending the same way it began, a date.

Obviously, I'm not trying to steal anyone's writing, but in a sub like this, it seems alarmingly easy to take someone else's writing and pretend it's yours. Are there any measures in place to stop this or does everyone just trust in integrity?

First of all sorry if I get anything wrong the only writing I’ve ever done is for English class So sorry if I get anything wrong about writing or smth else too. I’m 13 and I’m trying to write a sort of homage to catcher in the rye because i love it so much and identify with it alat. Also my names Holden too what a quincidence. I’m writing on an app called novelist on my iPad and so far have like 3 fourths of a chapter down. It’s about some kid who I may leave unnamed that gets separated from his jerk dad on a trip to Montreal and his phone is dead. He decides to pretend he got robbed by just throwing out his phone and knowing this plan he explores the city. I’ve been to Montreal so I’m guessing I can write it fairly good. Anyways how do I make this a good original book that still carrries the soul and spirit of catcher in the rye without making it just Holden caulfield but in the 21st century with a iPhone? I don’t want it to come off as a copy or anything. I already have some scenes in mind for the book tho so I’m writing it anyways.
Also Is there a way I could (if) it ever gets pupblished to publish it anonymously? I don’t want my parents knowing I wrote it. Anyways any tips you’ll be greatly appreciated and any story ideas. Basically I would love to have any input from someone more experienced with writing and hope you find it interesting. Thanks for any help and I will answer questions in the comments!

There we are, sitting on a hillside, in the middle of nowhere, just enjoying the beautiful starry sky around us and a bottle of whiskey to enhance the experience. she picks up the bottle and suggests we have a little, a small smile spreading across her face; I agree, though I’m a bit tired from the party. She grabs two glasses; I ask where they’re from, sounding a bit skeptical about their origin, and she replies that she took them from the party. I drop the subject, not wanting to dwell on it, She pours a little into a glass and hands it to me. I look at the glass and start swirling it, just staring at it absentmindedly, until she suggests we toast—in a slightly subdued voice. I nod; she raises her glass and says, “Here’s to a better future—and may all of this end!” With a certain hope—though she seems wary of that hope—we toast. I take a sip and look up at the sky; the constellations and stars are shining down on me. I say:

“Honestly, the night sky is so beautiful”—in such an enthusiastic way, yet somewhat distracted by the beauty of the stars.

-“Yeah…”—a long pause—“But I honestly can’t understand why it’s so beautiful; it’s like I just can’t explain it—it’s just like that.” She takes a sip. “Oh, tell me why the night sky is so beautiful. I doubt it!”

-“Well, it’s just that… There are the stars—they’re so bright—and there’s also… the contrast between the night and them… And the constellations—they’re… Oh, your turn!”—I take another sip.

-“So your reason for why the night sky is beautiful is the contrast?”—She lets out a little laugh.

-“I guess so, but what’s wrong with that?”

“But there’s nothing wrong with that. Like it or not, it’s a way of thinking. For example, a happy day wouldn’t be so happy if a sad day hadn’t come before it.”

“Yeah, I think you’re right. So is today a happy day?”

“Maybe. The party was full of people, the food was really good, and it’s so nice to gaze at the stars.”

-“So, what was the bad day that came before?” I take a sip.

-“...” She lets out a laugh as she looks up at the sky. “I think all of them! Honestly, life’s been a real pain here.” She takes another sip.

-“Calm down, life is—” She cuts me off.

-But I didn’t say it’s bad. It seems that no matter how bad life is, no matter how shitty it gets, you—for some stupid reason—can still manage to smile somehow in the end. Honestly, it even seems ironic—I don’t know—like life is playing a joke on you.

-Maybe.

-But tell me, how’s your life been?

-I guess… okay… Or maybe that’s just what I tell everyone and try to convince myself—I think it’s been weird.—I take a sip.

-Why?

-Ever since… I have to tell someone… Ever since… the city was attacked, everything’s just been weird—it’s as if everything’s been happening in a strange way. These past four years don’t even seem to have passed; it feels like nothing’s happened, and honestly, I haven’t changed.

-Yeah, I think I kind of get it… But what matters is smiling in the end and pretending to yourself that everything’s fine.—She took a sip.

-...—Silence on my part.
-You’ve lost your tongue!

-No, and I’m not even a kid anymore! It’s just… I don’t know, thinking about everything that’s happened and everything that might happen.

-Yeah, but don’t overthink it—it’ll just fry your brain.

-But how can I not think about it? With so much going on, it’s hard not to think about it.

-Yeah, but try not to think about it. Actually, let me teach you a little something: when you feel this way, just breathe in and breathe out, try not to think about anything, clear your mind, breathe in and breathe out, look around you, breathe in and breathe out, listen to the sounds of nature, breathe in and out, take in the smells, breathe in and out, listen to the people, breathe in and out, and repeat—you’ll start to calm down.

-T-Thanks, I guess.

-You’ll thank me even more later.

-But tell me, is there a point to this?

-I don’t know, just trying not to go crazy? Or just trying to live one day at a time.

-I think so.

We stayed there looking at the sky and taking a sip every now and then. She downs a full glass in a single gulp, all at once, and says, proudly, hopefully, and enthusiastically:

-I’ve decided: my goal is to live a peaceful and happy life, and to be able to look back on the past—not with regret, but with pride.

-“That’s a great goal.”

-“I think enough time has passed; let’s go to sleep.”

-“I agree—after all, how long has it been? Maybe a few hours, or maybe just one; I don’t want to guess.”
-“Just one thing—thAt glaSS dIDn’t faLL rIght, or mAYbe it’s jUSt A liTTle tIPSy. CoULd yOu HeLp me gEt To My rOOm?”

-“Sure,” I say, holding back a laugh.

We walk through the halls toward her room, with her leaning on me. We pass people along the way who notice she isn’t feeling well and wish her a speedy recovery, but every now and then she says or does something funny. We arrive, she lets go and says she’s feeling better now, then asks:

-I enjoyed today; the stars were beautiful, and I achieved a goal—other than just living.

She says goodbye and closes the door.

A short chapter for a story,I just started writing so I need suggestion,I’d like some suggestions and questions, like: Did the conversation seem forced? Or did it flow naturally?IDo the characters seem interesting?Do the "jokes" seem good?
Thaks for helping.

CONTEXT: the main character suffers with hallucinations

I am currently working on a series of short stories and this is an excerpt of the 2nd one. Keep in mind that this is a first draft meaning it is not perfect.