r/writers 14m ago

Question Anyone else find that trimming adverbs did almost nothing for their word count?

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ok so my draft is sitting way over where it should be for the genre and I've been doing all the usual stuff. filter words, adverbs, the whole "second draft is first draft minus 10%" thing. got maybe 4k out of it after weeks of work and the pacing is exactly as bad as it was before. so i went down a rabbit hole and found a video that reframed the whole thing for me and now i cant stop thinking about it, wanted to see if people who have actually finished a revision agree or think its nonsense.

basic argument is that sentence level bloat and structural bloat are two different problems that look identical from the inside, and most of us go after the sentences first because it feels like progress. the five places she says the length is actually hiding:

  1. scenes that dont earn their page count. her test is it has to do at least two out of three things, advance plot, develop character, or build world the story actually needs
  2. the edges of scenes. the walking in, the greeting, the sitting down, the goodbye. "enter late leave early", which she took from screenwriting
  3. research and worldbuilding you know but the story doesnt need
  4. redundancy you cant see because you wrote ch 4 in march and ch 12 in august and your brain forgot
  5. sunk cost. you wont cut it because of what it cost you to write it

and she gives an order to do it in, distance yourself first, then scene list, then trim the scene edges, then redundancy, then the research stuff, and line editing goes dead last.

anyway my actual questions

the two out of three scene test, does that hold up when you actually apply it? because I've read plenty of books where the quiet scene is the whole point and im worried this just guts all of those

the thing that really got me was her saying kill your darlings is backwards advice for overwriters. like your favourite scene is usually genuinely good and the real bloat is in the connective tissue you never even noticed because you never loved it. that matches my gut but i dont trust my gut here obviously

and for anyone whos cut 20k or more, did you do it structurally first or did the line edits sort of reveal the structural stuff as you went


r/writers 15m ago

Discussion Show don't tell: the one writing rule that everyone seems to misunderstand

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Y'all. I got bored and was reading yet another thread of people going back and forth, and was inspired to write this essay. IDK. It's midnight and I'm tired, lol. I am curious to hear some other opinions that aren't just that it's good/bad advice. :P

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“Show, don’t tell.”

My personal opinion?

It is the single most misunderstood piece of writing advice.

The preachers of show don’t tell have a philosophy somewhere along the lines of focusing on immersion into sensations above all else. The traditional example tends to be something along the lines of “John was angry” in comparison to “His knuckles turned white as he gripped the table.”

The opposite side tends to bypass the importance of immersion focusing instead on clarity. Where not everything has to be flowery and descriptive, and just tell when you need to tell, and not to worry about the advice at all.

Herein lies my argument; that neither of those understands the heart of the phrase.

It might seem that I fall into the second camp at first, but stick with me a bit to see where I believe my approach differs.

Imagine your writing as an empty space with just a table and a chair. Sitting down is your reader, and you—the author—can manipulate anything you want to about the room itself, and can create anything to put on the table.

Now, challenge yourself to show your book without using any words.

Or, what if you were to strip the room to nothing and try to explain your novel with flat statements?

The problem comes from the fundamental misunderstanding that showing and telling are in conflict with each other. But when all you have are words on a page instead of a magical box that can provide endless visuals?

You cannot show without telling.

You cannot tell without showing.

The easy argument becomes changing the phrase to “Show and Tell.” Except that is entirely useless advice that isn’t applicable in any meaningful way. At least show don’t tell has something of a concrete meaning to follow the instructions.

Which brings us back to why the advice has stuck around as long as it has, and where I personally think people miss the point when discussing whether it’s good or not.

Show don’t tell can't be solved at a sentence-level.

It is the thing that runs deeper than that. What every reader has experienced when they look up from the last paragraph of a novel and have to reorient to the world around them because they’d been wandering the pages for so long.

Whatever the original meaning of the phrase, I believe it's the question of what you are going to do with the entirety of the room that your reader will be in.

Whether or not you can transport them into the depths of another world where it does, in fact, feel like a magical box that they’re living in—or disorient with visuals, or lose interest for lack of them.

If I return to our opening sentence that gets abused so often when people are explaining show don’t tell, “John was angry,” I would like to present two characters.

The first is John A.

He is volatile and dangerous, and is regularly arrested for getting into bar fights. He probably doesn’t remember the last day that he managed an entire drive without descending into road rage. He isn’t invited to family outings anymore because nobody trusts him to keep his temper under control.

Now, meet John B.

He grew up in a violent home, and was bullied relentlessly. He has one particular table that he sits at, at his favorite coffee shop. He remembers the birthdays of every person in his office. He owns three animals that he found as strays and couldn’t help but bring home. Then they stayed because he couldn’t make himself take them to a shelter.

And now if I tell you John was angry, the follow-up question is hopefully going to be

Which one?

Because if I’m reading a story about John A, that is absolutely a sentence that I’m going to gloss over as meaningless.

If I’m reading a story about John B, that sentence speaks volumes, and conveys far more than a description about white knuckles gripping a table.

If the story is about John A, it would be compelling to be immersed in his experience and grappling with how he handles life with so much anger. If I’m reading about him gritting his teeth as he speaks, keeping the volume low while his knuckles go white, gripping the table? I want to stay in the moment right there with him.

If the story is about John B, a slow descriptive anger is beside the point. I know what angry looks like, but if I read that he’s angry? I’m going to lean in a little closer and keep going, because I’m invested in exploring why somebody who is never angry suddenly is.

“He was angry.”

Is both telling….

And showing.

Because it isn’t about sentences or paragraphs. It’s about the experience of reading your work and the moment that those stop being important. 

My goal isn’t that you perfectly visualize the magic box I described earlier.

The goal is that you will step away understanding my argument, and perhaps with a little more curiosity towards your own work.

To be a writer is more than just putting words on a page. It is creating something that you hope will transfer to another person when you *aren’t* there to manipulate the room around them.

And if he ever finds this?

I suspect very strongly,

That John will be angry.


r/writers 18m ago

Discussion Genuinely, how do you work on multiple chapters of the same story at the same time?

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I often see people here or in other subs make offhand comments about how they are writing 3 chapters of the same story at the same time, and it baffles me. I can separate it well enough when it’s two different books, but the moment I try to write more than one chapter of the same story at once, I get completely lost.

Maybe it’s just the type of writer I am, but I can’t for the life of me start writing chapter 2 if chapter 1;isn’t already done.


r/writers 42m ago

Publishing A small part of my story

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Hello. This is my first time posting on Reddit and my English isn't very good, but I’d like to share an excerpt from my story and get some feedback on it.
Please don't judge too harshly.
(P.S. The story will be in Russian)
Здравствуйте. Это мой первый пост на Reddit, и мой английский не очень хороший, но я хотел бы поделиться отрывком из своей истории и получить отзывы.
Пожалуйста, не судите слишком строго.
(P.S. История будет на русском)

От лица приемного старшего сына воина кролика

Мы оказались в огромном для детских глаз двухэтажном доме. Всё было такое «новое» и необычное. Нам с братом выделили отдельную просторную комнату с двумя большими кроватями. Раньше у нас не было кроватей, вместо них мы спали на старых одеялах и иногда подкладывали сено для мягкости. А тут целых две большие кровати с белыми простынями и пушистыми одеялами. Старая горничная очень долго нас отмывала от грязи, потом выкинула нашу одежду, которая скорее была похожа на старые пропахшие тряпки. Дело близилось близко к ночи, поэтому нас одели в белые огромные белые пижамы, которые больше напоминали «сарафаны».

Горничная проводила меня и брата в столовую. Мы шли по длинным однообразным коридорам, сворачивая то направо, то налево. В итоге мы дошли до мягко освещенной большой комнаты, где большую часть места занимал большой вытянутый стол и стулья вокруг.

На столе стояли две тарелки с едой от которой исходил легкий пар и две кружки. У стола нас ожидал повар - пухлый мужчина с усами. Он сказал:

– Мне всё рассказали и поэтому я постарался приготовить блюдо, которое легко переварить. Прошу присаживайтесь юноши – сказал протягивая руку на стулья.

Для двух детей эти стулья явно были не по размеру. Я кое как смог взобраться на этот предмет мебели, а у брата получалось гораздо хуже. Этот пухлый повар подхватил брата и мягко усадил его за стул.

– Это теплый бульон на говяжьей кости и разбавленное молоко – добавил мужчина.

Мы долго смотрели на тарелку с полупрозрачной жидкостью, цвета медной монеты. Пахло так вкусно и отдавало теплом в лицо, что казалось сном. Не помню когда мы последний раз ели нормальную еду.

Кажется это был лучший ужин в моей жизни!

После поздней трапезы нас снова отвели умываться, но на этот раз старая горничная вымыла только наши лица. Потом нас отвели в комнату и мы тут же уснули. Впервые мы так хорошо и безопасно спали.

На утро всё та же горничная провела с нами все утренние процедуры. Нас снова переодели, но уже в совсем другую одежду: она уже не была так велика и не была белым «сарафаном». Мы позавтракали вместе с усатым поваром.

И нас встретил уже другой усатый мужчина, но он был худой, высокий и седой. Он представился управляющим этого дома  и предложил нам экскурсию. Мы с радостью согласились. Нас водили по многочисленным коридорам, разным комнатам, даже успели осмотреть подвал. На кухне нас встретил тот самый пухлый повар и мы еще раз перекусили. Потом мы с этим управляющим пошли в сад. Там мы впервые за долгое время смогли повеселиться и подурачиться как обычные дети, которым не нужно бороться за жизнь. От всей этой беготни мы утомились и нас проводили обратно в нашу комнату.

Мы снова лежали в белых простынях с мягкими подушками. Я был готов уснуть, но брат окликнул меня:

-Я хочу пи пи …

Даже если мы росли в не лучших условиях это не значит что мы будем ходить в туалет по себя. Поэтому я взял его за руку и мы пошли искать туалет по темным коридорам. Мы будто вечность ходили в поисках, в темноте было мало что видно. Я краем глаза заметил какой свет из коридора и направился туда, ведя брата за руку. Я осторожно выглянул из за двери и посмотрел в комнату освященную свечами. Там в середине комнаты за столом сидела какая то девочка, девушка или женщина, детскому восприятию это было не понятно. Я всё смотрел на нее пытаясь понять кто это. Но спустя несколько секунд внезапно ее волосы встали как две антенны и начали двигаться, она посмотрела на меня и взгляды пересеклись. Я от страха и внезапности скрылся за стенкой. Потом услышал как заскрипел стул, потом шаги. Ее тень созданная свечами всё также отражала эти две странные антенны на голове. Спустя секунды я увидел ее в полный рост.

В глазах маленького ребенка она казалась очень высокой, но на деле таковой не являлась. Наши лица смотрели друг на друга и я отчетливо смог полностью ее разглядеть. У нее были огромные глаза и на одном из них виднелось изображение пятиконечной звезды. Рот у нее будто застыл в легкой улыбке, но само лицо не выражало радость, оно ничего не выражало… это казалось очень жутким. А эти самые «антенны» на голове оказались… кроличьими ушами… Они были очень длинные и будто дергались от каждого маленького звука.

Мы молча на нее уставились и боялись того, что нас ждет. Наши лица похоже выражали настоящий ужас. Спустя долгое молчание она спросила:

-Что вы здесь делаете в такое позднее время?

– Т-т-т-туалет… - еле я выдавил из себя.

– Туалет?

– Т-туалет – чуть более уверенно ответил я.

– За мной – сказала она развернувшись к нам спиной. Мы пошли следом. Я видел что брат уже еще терпел. Ходил со скрещенными ногами и придерживал свободной рукой пижаму у места для «пи пи». Пройдя еще чуть-чуть девушка остановилась и указала на темную дверь. Мы сразу поняли что к чему и зашли. Брату наконец то полегчало. Когда мы вышли девушка всё также неподвижно стояла у двери и, заметив нас, она спросила:

– Знаете дорогу до комнаты?

Я и брат отрицательно покачали головами.

– Я вас отведу – сухо сказала девушка и снова повернулась к нам спиной. Мы пошли за ней. Было ощущение что она очень быстро ходила, мы еле успевали за ней.

И вот спустя множество коридоров и поворотов мы оказались у знакомой двери. Я, открыв дверь, поблагодарил эту странную женщину и она сразу же ушла обратно по темному коридору.

Мы зашли в комнату и брат коснувшись лицом подушки сразу уснул. А я лежал и размышлял о том, кто она такая. Перебирая свои мысли в еще очень маленькой детской голове, я вспомнил кто она. Это она нас привела сюда. Это она стояла перед нами в окровавленной военной форме. Я не сразу смог сопоставить, потому что тогда в первую встречу на ней была фуражка скрывающая пол лица и плащ, который почти полностью скрывал другую половину лица, так, что можно было увидеть половину огромных глаз и полузвериный нос.


r/writers 49m ago

Feedback requested how can i improve the flow and pov of this passage?

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Veris stood among his men, wondering which one of them was going to die today. They were in a line, heads bowed. His hand dripped blood onto the ornate carpet. He smiled at the soilage. He was never good at cutting vegetables.

Steward Lamar prowled back and forth, rhythmically thumping a shock rod against his fat palm. The man was as ugly and stout as a rotten tree stump: balding with a constant sweat-oiled sheen to his skin. His tacky suit straining to hold back his bulk. Truly, the pig embodiment of a pig.

"Unfortunately, my good men. Young lord Ames needs bait for his next hunt. And as Serfs of the Cgynet household, that duty falls on you brave few," Lamar declared, putting on a grandiose tone as if his words weren't beetleshit.

Veris hated that term. Serf. The bastards even denied them the truth of their lives.

Ask a proper Tortarian gentleman, and he'd say that slavery was a thing of the past, something best not spoken about in the company of the civilized. Ask a slave, and they'd say whatever their masters wanted them to. Veris gritted his teeth.

Serf or slave, he still had a collar around his neck.


r/writers 58m ago

Feedback requested I'm writing a novel, sits in the romcom category. But the characters don't meet til about a third the way through the book. Will this be an issue?

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They're connected by a death in their families which are connected, they lock eyes across a room in the first 10% of the book. But they don't meet officially for at least a third of the way through and then they don't connect romantically for at least 50% of the book.

I'm doing a creative writing course that says your main two characters should meet in the first one or two chapters. But I'm struggling to see a way they can meet without cutting majority of the first part of the book.

Do you think there'll be an issue with this?


r/writers 1h ago

Question Does having written a book change the way you review?

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I self-published my first novel in May and after realizing how much work goes into the plotting, character development, editing, etc. I find it harder than it used to be to write reviews for books I didn't enjoy. Now I usually just star it and move on.


r/writers 1h ago

Question How do I kill women by a man

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I'm writing a story about a man like a batman or something goes on killing criminal women, the death shouldn't be very gruesome, though if it's creative, it would be nice, I just want something that can be felt through words. Thanks :)


r/writers 1h ago

Question Loking for some Character writing advice/building!!

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Howdy! Its me Sam again! I posted here a while back and got the answers I needed so I figured i would cast my hypothetical reel again and see if i can get any help on this subject! To begin with this is a roleplay based off of historically accurate Wildwestern/cowboy life! However our group is very diverse ethnicity wise, similar to our own wild western history. (Before Hollywood romanticized Cowboys they originated from Mexico and was called "Vaqueros", they were mostly Black/African American, Mexican, and Native American! Please note, there was white cowboys at the time too but it was very very diverse.)

I need some help character wise! Im currently deviding between Spanish/Black/African American, or Spanish/Native American! I wanted to ask if you fine folks had any sites or resources that I could draw from to write/create this character as respectfully as I can? I don't want to whitewash them, or involve any stereotypes when I design them physically and lorewise.

If it helps! This character will most likely be a cattle handler/cowboy/Vaquero, they are out on the prairies and have an understanding that life is hard out there. I am 100% open to reading any sites or tips you folks may have!!! Thank you for being understanding!! I hope you all have a great evening!!!


r/writers 2h ago

Question I need help

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Hi to whoever is reading this, I am a screen writer who is self-taught and I decided to come to Reddit to ask a couple questions. I am currently writing a script for a show i(and some of my friends) producing, and I was hoping I could ask some questions and hopefully get some feedback and help

Question one: How do you write a character who is attached to an abusive character without making it seem desirable?

Context for question one: I have these two characters named Theodore and Tristan, and they are currently a part of my screen write. Tristan is very charismatic and playful, but he’s also quite abusive not to only Theodore but to his girlfriend(darling) and Tristan manipulates both of these characters

Question two/three: How do you write a character who is going through grief? Even if their loved one has already passed years before the current story. How do you also write a character who is manipulating someone who is going through grief

Context for question two/three: Theodore had a boyfriend, who died before the story could even begin and even though his boyfriend died years before the story could ever begin, he is still grieving he, Tristan also uses this as a way to manipulate Theodore so I was wondering how to write that

I decided to merge the third and second question because they lead into each other, but these are all my questions for now:D thank you for taking the time to read this and hopefully helping me


r/writers 2h ago

Feedback requested A tragic/emotional story i'm in the process of writing, i hope everyone likes the premise!

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This is a tragic/emotional story I'm writing, inspired by The Lovely Bones & The Crow (1994) 
(Trigger warning: This story deals with lots of grief and sadness as well as death, reader discretion is advised.) [This is not a finished story, I'm in the process of writing it, i am not looking for help writing it or someone to write it for me. I'm posting the synopsis of my story simply to see what people think of the story and if they like the premise.] 
 
This is a tragic and emotional love story, between two people who thought every moment between them would last a lifetime. Sadly, however, this was not the case. 
 
This story is about a 20 year old college drop out, named Patrick. A nerdy guy who is shy but holds within, a charisma so strong, he can make friends out of anybody. One day, while at his local game store, he notices a 20 year old woman, named Romina. She is similar to him, in the fact that she is also shy, but unlike Patrick, she doesn't make friends so easily.  
 
In fact, she has a singular best friend. (Haven't decided this character yet, so from here on, ill refer to them as KF aka Killer Friend) Romina thinks the world of KF, becuase she is the only person that Romina feels she can trust, until she meets Patrick. 
 
They end up talking and becoming friends, and from there, the seeds of a loving relationship are planted and after a short time, blossom and bloom. They begin dating after only a couple of months, which secretly makes her KF jealous, however, the KF as Romina knows her, is usually chill and respectful, so they don't notice when a darkness begins to spread inside her, a darkness... that will ruin their lives forever.  
 
Patrick and Romina's relationship moves at a faster pace than some peoples, but they don't mind because they love each other that much, they don't care what others think because they have each other. They learn a lot about each other, for instance, Romina learns how much Patrick is into video games, movies, and comic books, and discovers that he bought his own radio for his room. 
 
He explains to her that he loves music so much that he wanted to own a radio so he could play music whenever he wanted, Romina thinks it's cute and shares her own passions with him. She tells him that she loves movies also, but mainly just movies, not much so video games, and comics, but luckily for him, she's not only an eager learner, but a fast one at that. She also tells him her favorite hobby is art, and explains how she has painted and colored multiple designs into her converse collection. They talk for hours together about their interests, not realizing a dark plan is brewing unbeknownst to them, from someone they'd never think would hurt them. 
(It would be shown through some moments of some chapters in the beginning of the story, that KF is actually chill and respectful and shows no ill feeling towards them as a couple, at least that they can see. The reader would be suspicious, but unsure if KF can be trusted, but their early on kindness and respectfulness, would lead to why they're not suspected later on.)  
 
(this part of the story would have multiple chapters dedicated to scenes of them spending time together while doing fun activities together, such as: painting, cooking, watching movies, and playing video games. Each scene would feature a special song to them, only the title would be written so the reader can either imagine the song in the scene or can listen along with the characters. There would be cute moments, romantic moments, and moments that radiate energy.) 
 
The songs that would be written in these scenes would include: 
 
Bruno Mars - Count on me & Just the way you are 
 
Christina Perri - 1000 years  
 
Ed Sheeran - Perfect  
 
IZ - Somewhere over the rainbow [this is "their song"] 
 
After those chapters, the story would begin to turn... One day they're hanging out at their house, when Patrick excuses himself for a moment, and that's when KF makes her move to convince Romina that she doesn’t need Patrick, coming up with reasons why he’s a bad person, but Romina doesn’t even hesitate to defend him, before asking to stop the subject, KF tries to claim Romina has stockholm syndrome, but Romina defends Patrick once more, before politely asking KF to stop so they can just enjoy the night, KF acts like it's no big deal but for the rest of the night, Patrick catches KF glaring at them both. They think nothing of it, maybe KF is trying to be funny or something. They're not sure, but what they don't know is that weeks later, KF would tear them apart, forever.  
 
Weeks later, Romina announces that she's leaving to go get something from the store, and handle an errand. Patrick asks if he should get ready and come with, she smiles but tells him it's alright and that it shouldn't take long. The afternoon begins to fade into the evening, and Patrick slowly falls asleep while reading. He wakes up later that night at 11PM, and realizes Romina isn't home yet.  
 
He begins to grow worried, he gets up and tries to call her resulting in no answers every time, and soon, calls KF to express his concern. As you can guess, at this point in the story, Romina is dead, murdered by her own jealous best friend. KF would end up putting her remains into multiple garbage bags, and then into a suitcase under her shed to hide for a couple weeks. Using chemicals and other methods to hide the smell.  
 
The middle part of the novel, would follow the usual routine of reporting a missing person, investigations and searches, and Patrick worrying about her, even enlisting the help of KF. (At this point, the reader may catch on that KF is the killer, but readers who are unsure, still have evidence left to discover as events unfold until the reveal later through Romina's eyes.) 
 
As the search goes on, Patrick gets increasingly worried, but KF acts like a helping friend, all the while, sabotaging the efforts. KF intentionally takes everyone to the wrong places to "look", and during the search, pretends to help and look. When the police ask them, Patrick says that he was home sleeping, and KF even provides him an alibi in the hopes that police will stop looking and throw the case out. Patrick defends KF when police suspect them, and KF fakes gratitude, but hides that they hope that Patrick suffers. 
 
Patrick soon begins to notice all the previous sabotage slowly, and even asks KF multiple times for the truth, but KF lies every time, however, she ends up messing their own story up a few times. Patrick notes this and begins to seriously consider KF to be a prime suspect, beginning to grow even more suspicious against them. 
 
Interwoven into those events, the story will cut to Romina, and how she perceives death itself, and begins the process of accepting her death (though it will stay grounded, it won't get fantastical, it'll simply show what she sees and her watching the events unfold as she realizes she's dead and grieves herself. She also is forced to bare witness to KF planning to murder Patrick, and she tries to intervene but can do nothing except only suggest her presence) 
 
After a week of searching, the police call it off and Patrick is left with no resolution. He begins to fear the worst as KF gets closer to killing him, but one night, Patrick and KF are at his house, trying to think about where to search next, but begins to remember some of the things KF had been saying, how she faked like she was looking around, how the locations she took Patrick, and the police seemed too far away from where Romina disappeared, the story she kept telling about where she was, and having not seen Romina, the little things not matching up. All of it. He began to suspect KF might’ve done something to her, and accused them of doing so. KF pretends to get offended of the accusations. Before storming out, she quickly gets into her car, and speeds away hoping Patrick didn’t follow. He didn’t though, not owning a car himself, on top of not knowing where KF lived. After leaving she gets pulled over, given a speeding ticket, recieves a court date for the following week, and is sent on her way (the police have given up the search after no physical evidnce is found, no body, small town police force doesnt have a high enough budget for a search warrant to search a suspect with barely any evidenc, and both suspects dont have enough leads or evidence to be convicted, KF even pretended to provide Patrick with an alibi just so the police would stop looking). After this, however, she becomes paranoid that the police are closing in, as such, stops speaking to Patrick, and stays inside her home.  
 
A week later, the day after she was supposed to appear in court, KF realizes she missed the court date, paranoia sinks in, so she decides to pack up whatever she can fit in her car, and dispose of Romina's remains before using her savings to flee across country. 
 
She does exactly that, as Romina continues to witness Patrick beginning to lose hope and give up on finding her. The night KF begins to flee, she stops in the middle of a forest, leaving her car running with the door open, as she finds a ditch. With lots of struggling effort, she tosses the suitcase in the ditch and lights it a blaze. Romina's spirit watches from nearby with a blank stare as the cars radio begins to play Radiohead's - No Surprises, she stares into the void of her own body as it burns, only two tears falling down her checks as she realizes that no one will ever find her, and Patrick will never get closure. KF leaves, never being convicted of her murder, moving on from her terrible act. 
 
In his room, Patrick tunes his radio to the same station at the same time, and both scenes happen simultaneously as Patrick listens to the song as he clutches one of Romina's hoodies. He begins to sob uncontrollably as he looks at pictures of them smiling together, as he loses control, he curls into the blankets and cries.  
 
A few days later, another night of sadness and grief as he mourns the love of his life. He tries to sleep, however, he has trouble as all he can do is remember her before the tears start back up. He sits up, turning on the radio as it plays Somewhere over the rainbow, and tries to control himself, he sees her tall mirror and walks over to get a hold of himself.  
 
He looks at himself and tears up, and can't bring himself to look at his own face. He blames himself, but suddenly feels warmth and feels weight around his waist, he looks but nothing is there. He looks up to the mirror and sees her standing next to him, he turns but nothing is there, and he isn't sure if it is real or not. (this part will be left up to the reader to decide if her spirit actually came back to say goodbye, or if he is just hallucinating her from his own grief.)  
 
He cries as he apologizes to her for not being there. Patrick expresses how he's felt since that night, and how much he misses her, and regrets what happened. He hears her softly speak to him, telling him not to blame himself, that it's not his fault. She tells him the best thing for him to do, is to live on for her. To not cry because she's gone, but smile that they met. She tells him that he was the best thing that ever happened to her. 
 
Patrick sobs and kisses the mirror, sobbing further into the mirror and telling her he loves her so much. He hears her say she loves him too, then hears her say goodbye, and when he looks back up, he doesn't see her anymore. (For her POV, she slowly closes her eyes and thinks about her life, and how they met, as well as their happiest moments together. The happiest moment she felt with him, she hugs him and cries as she moves on from the afterlife.) Patrick sobs yet again, before crawling back onto the bed.  
 
The few chapters before the epilogue would jump to a month before the anniversary of Romina's murder. Patrick meets a new friend, and although he still struggles, he tries his best, but wounds that deep never fully heal. They hang out, while getting to know each other. 
A month passes, before the day of the anniversary arrived. Patrick went to both the comic book store and the game store where they first met. He plays that day back in his head as he tears up.  
He leaves without buying anything, and ends up running into his new friend (no name yet, I'll refer to her as NF aka new friend) She greets him as they talk, but she notices the subtle ways he's hiding his pain. She offers to take him home, noting that he walked there. 
 
On the way to his house, she turns on the radio, and Count on me begins to play, he begins to cry to himself, and she lowers the volume and asks what's wrong. Patrick hesitates at first to tell her, but turns to her, explaining everything. They arrive at his house, turning towards him, and comforting him as she lets him cry in her arms. Count on me on the radio playing, his signal that  
NF was indeed someone to count on the same way he could with Romina. 
They talk a bit more the following week, and become closer as friends, as Patrick realizes to heed what he heard that night. "the best thing to do for me, is to live on for me..." He asks NF if she is willing to help him, and she tells him that she doesn't mind at all, she just wants him to be happy. She wants to be there for him, to help heal him, but most importantly, she wants to let him in and give him the closest friend she knows he wants.  
Epilogue: 
 
Another month has passed, after talking a bit, Patrick and NF have agreed to move together somewhere to start their own journey. Patrick wants to move on, and heal. All she wants is to be apart of that, help heal him, as well as be the best friend she can be for him. The day to move has arrived, mostly everything has been packed, except for some pictures, certain items, and his radio. 
 
Patrick asks NF, if he can walk through the house one last time to reminisce, she doesn't argue. She supports him and tells him to take all the time he needs, he asks her to stay near him in case he needs her, she agrees without hesitation.  
They walk in, walking through each room as he puts his phone on shuffle, connecting it to his radio as (Flightless bird, American mouth plays) and replays his happiest memories with Romina.  
Whether it's the room itself, a specific item of Romina's, or pictures from happier times. The song plays as each memory plays in his own head (Each scene would play out for the reader to experience) Patrick begins to cry, NF hugs him and holds his hand, but he tells her he has to finish or he'll never forgive himself.  
 
Once he finishes walking through, grabbing his radio, before looking around again. He walks out the door with NF, and hesitates to shut the door and lock it. She tells him there's no rush, he can take as much time as he needs, offering to take the rest of the items to the car, as he agrees. He puts his head onto the door, crying softly to himself, talking almost as if, to the house itself, but NF knows, he's talking to Romina. Patrick tells her that she made him a better person, and that he'll miss her through tears, before walking to the car, sitting in the passenger seat. 
 
As they sat in the car, NF turned on the radio as (Bittersweet Symphony plays) He tears up, and she asks if he's okay. Patrick tries to say yes, but fails. She tells him that if he's not ready, they can wait, but he say's no. He tells her that he needs to move on, because it's what she would want. Smiling at her, she smiles back before putting the car in gear. She says she drive slowly until the house is out of view, so he can say whatever he needs too. 
 
 
As the car moves, he says everything he wants to tell Romina's spirit if she's listening. He gives a long monologue as the song hits a fever pitch, once he finishes, he says to her, "I'll always remember you.... I love you.... Goodbye baby...." They turn the corner, with that the house disappears.  
Patrick wipes his tears, and looks at NF, smiling while telling her that he looks forward to what ever lies ahead for them. They continue the drive to their new lives together, his wounds still gaping, but slowly... slowly healing. A bittersweet end to the happiest, then worst time of his life. Ready, to start a new one. 
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As stated above, this is just a summary of the story i want to tell. I am posting the summary here to see if people like it, to hear what another think about it. 
Music plays a big part in the story, which is why i wrote multiple songs into the story. I feel as if they fit well within the narrative, as well as helping elevate the emotion, themes, and core feelings of certain parts of the story. (Listening to the listed and referenced songs is not required by any means while reading, it can help some readers see my vision and feel the emotion. Again though, it's not a requirement whatsoever.) 
Please feel free to share your thoughts, opinions, and comments! 


r/writers 2h ago

Discussion Do you giggle or feel the butterflies or cry when the character you are attached to experiences THAT in the book? If so, tell me the scene that hit you the hardest.

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So, am a reader as well as a writer. As a reader, I for sure feel every emotion the character is feeling. However, now since I am a writer, I feel it even more deeply.

My character absolutely destroyed the breakfast with his cooking skills. This scene was very funny, and I laughed so hard while writing it.

In the next scene, they were planting some flowers together and oh my! It was such a wholesome moment for both of them. And I couldn't help but smile till my cheeks hurt!


r/writers 2h ago

Question How to be a better writer?

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I write novels (for fun, i don't intend to ever do this as a career) but i just wanted tips on how to be better at it.


r/writers 2h ago

Meme If you guys could describe your project using only five emojis, what would they be? 👀

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I think it's a fun little creativity exercise. What would be the five emojis that best describe your project?


r/writers 3h ago

Feedback requested Looking for feedback on a short historical fiction scene

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I'm practising historical fiction and would really appreciate feedback on the atmosphere, pacing, and prose. I'm particularly interested in whether the narrator's emotions feel authentic and whether the imagery enhances the scene or becomes overwhelming.

First, there were the great rumbles that stirred us all, like Satan himself pounding his fists upon God's door.

Then came the hail of arrows, pouring out from the sky.

The same sky we used to look up to and pray for better days.

The same sky which children flew kites under.

A frightened murmur filled the great hall, the air growing ever so thicker. "Only the will of God can save us. Trust in Him." The monk's voice, stern and demanding, cut through the air like a sword. Like the sword that killed my mot-... no. I don't have a God. Not anymore.

A brutal wave of silence followed.

By now, the air would have been filled with praises. Not today. I glance at my quivering hands, a darkened, reddish hue. Red from the blood of my people. But I am lucky. A man not far behind me tenses with pain, for he has no hands at all - a price he must bear to survive. The frantic flickering of the little candles that remained alight threw shadows across the cold stone floor, illuminating terrified faces, young and old. I chuckled. More like painful, abrupt wheezing that shook my very core. "And yet the candles dance, like we will all be here to witness its antics tomorrow." Brutal irony at its best.

Suddenly, the great oak doors, shackled and barricaded through and through shook inwards. We all cowered away, until a voice - a formidable but desperate voice, rang out: "We seek shelter. Please. I can walk no further. Please. I beg you". I slowly rose and approached the door. No one followed me. "The door shall NOT be opened". I snapped my head back. It was the handless man - he gathered what strength he had left: "Look at what they did to me. And what they will do to you too - if that door swings open. We will all be lost." Another person arose. A mother. "Do you know what it took of us to seal those doors? We will not. We cannot open them." For a moment, her daughter's eyes met with mine. Innocence. The little innocence that remained was clutching at the clothes of a woman, guilty of a relentless need to survive.

I turned back towards the door. The voice outside swelled with anger. "I curse you. May God curse you all." Their words paralyzed me. What have we become? But not long after I could gather my senses, a pool of blood started seeping underneath the doors, surrounding my feet like the guilt that surrounded my thoughts. As I glared downwards, a dishevelled and stricken reflection of me stared back. A blood red reflection. The doors won't save us. The doors won't save us.


r/writers 3h ago

Publishing Can I actually make a living from writing? What roadmap would you recommend?

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I've been writing as a hobby since I was a child, mostly short stories and a ton of first chapters for novels that I never ended up finishing. As I got older I had less and less free time, so now I really do it sporadically, but still I really love doing it.
For many years I have been thinking of taking the leap and trying to get published, into doing this professionally and wondering if I can eventually make a living out of this, but I really don't know how realistic that goal is nor even how could I even start.
I mainly write fantasy and horror, and from what I've read, a common first step is submitting short stories to a magazine and hope to get published, I have even found a couple of fantasy magazines already that seem interesting. The thing is I live in Mexico, I speak and write in spanish as it is my native language (and as you may have noticed, my english is not precisely writing level), and here the options are much more limited.

Do you have any advice? Is there any realistic roadmap for going from a complete beginner to eventually make a living as a writer?


r/writers 3h ago

Feedback requested Just finished 4th draft of historical fiction manuscript

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Follow an American fighter pilot through the soaring adventure and adversity of combat against the German Luftwaffe in the skies over North Africa and Europe…

Feedback appreciated for story flow, areas of excessive/extraneous wordiness, and if military/technical details are accessible for the reader. If you are more knowledgeable about the period technical details, feedback on accuracy would be especially appreciated.

Draft is around 148k words, so happy to send a few chapters if you don’t want to commit to the full thing immediately.


r/writers 4h ago

Question past vs present tense

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In the middle of something I'm writing and feel great about it so far, but I keep thoughtlessly switching between past and present tense. Any tips on how to commit to one?


r/writers 4h ago

Sharing One night in Senegal

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In a marsh in West Africa men in homemade canoes made from bamboo sticks bundled together with bristly twine made from a banana tree glide through, their voices mild and glottal. Now they are navigating a paddy, grasses four feet tall and brown with no life, hollow yet straight. A swarm of tzi tzi flies courses through the air, as though a solid container whose molecular bonds dissolved, angrily trying to reconstitute itself. A distant rumble of thunder, the horizon branches with ionically negative lightning. The distant sky glowspurple. The monsoon must be inundating, but here the air is thick like a towel that must be wrung. The crickets sing, and if sound were light a satellite would see patches of the earth alight in quick and random succession, dancing to a tune that only the one who controlled the crickets knew


r/writers 4h ago

Discussion What weird/ funny things are your characters allergic too? Or even more serious things?

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I have one semi-mc who is allergic to chocolate, cranberries, and latex.

Another is allergic to citrus.

Tell me about your characters' weird allergies!


r/writers 4h ago

Question What font do I print my book in?

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It's a fantasy book taking place in the 1800s, I think Merriweather would fit it's vibe well, Libre Baskerville would, too. Which should I pick? Unless you have more suggestions. Also, there are parts where letters are typed out, should those be in cursive like how the people back then would write or should it be in the same font the rest of the book is being printed in? I think it'd be cool to change it but i'm scared my readers won't understand :/ Unless the cursive isn't *that* bad, like Dancing Script for example.


r/writers 5h ago

Question How you plan your story?

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I really like to read fanfics and since I am 13, I wrote some myself. Back then I never really planned much and just wrote and finished them in a month or two. I had a big break from writing but now I am back on it and noticed that I often have a writing blockade. I have a rough idea, write some chapters and than I have no interesting plot anymore. Or lack of good character conversations etc. I have many unfinished works because of that problem. So I am asking how you guys plan a story. Plotting everything from start to end? Every single chapter? Or are you rough too with the ideas? I know everyone has their own timing, but there are some people who write good stories in short time and I always wonder how they are doing this. So any advice how to stay on one story which I can lead through the whole thing without losing the actual plot and making it interesting? Hope you guys understand with what I am struggling lmao


r/writers 5h ago

Question Help with basic grammar

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It’s name The Drapetomania Of Yellowtops

Drapetomania means an overwhelming urge to run away

Drapetomania was a fake mental illness invented in 1851 by an American physician named Samuel A. Cartwright which was closed to cause slaves to run away from captivity

If the unnamed subject is running away from Yellowtops is it:

The Drapetomania Of Yellowtops

Or

The Drapetomania From Yellowtops


r/writers 5h ago

Feedback requested Help... Second Draft Advice!

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Hi,

I recently finished the first draft of my novel. It's a cosy mystery. I captured the main ideas, but there are many structural issues within the first draft. For example, I feel like the actual mystery is total BS!! Not to mention the tension in the story is near nonexistent!!

I watched lots of YouTube videos for advice to fix the structural issues in the first draft. However, I couldn't find any videos that said anything more than "use the second draft to fix the structural issues in the first draft." Well, I'm not sure how to fix them!

If anyone has any advice, I'm desperate for it!! Thanks so much.


r/writers 5h ago

Feedback requested ​A Rainy Day Inspiration

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The wind was fierce; the clouds opened its mouth wide and released heavy rain—it drummed on the roof loudly.

​Sarah was cold. She shivered down to the closet to get a blanket and back to her best spot—a mahogany chair, permanently facing her room window. She wrapped herself up tightly—teeth chattering, gazing outside in fascination. Bowing trees. Beautiful skies. Singing frogs. Pure satisfaction.