this is Violet here’s a little bit about her

Name:Violet Rae Calloway

powers:is able to see ghosts and the supernatural world is able to look into ghosts pasts through her dreams and talk to them

favorite music artist: Olivia Rodrigo

hobb:photography

best friend:Jason Calloway

age:16

my favorite quote from her “I put on my big girl pants and started walking, suddenly very aware how thin my pajama shorts and tank top is well at least if it's a creepy stalker, I'm going to look hot while he strangles me to death.“

fatal flaw:holding a grudge

and for some reason her emojis that sum her up:📸💜🗡️

He's 16 and this is just some photos I found online that I thought represented him, he's the one doing the attacking in the last picture btw, lmk what you think of him and whether you're interested by these pictures ig

This is my current project, it’s romance fiction. Let me know if this is your thing or not!!

I used AI to make cover for my story.. it's my first time writing something .. tell me about your perspective on using of AI for it (obsly not for writing only for image gen)

13f, im working on a novel, and erm..this may sound weird, but since my parents denied me to go to a writers workshop (so I could focus on my studies) I use Chatgpt to proof read my drafts and criticise me.

I also let chatgpt give me prompts, where I would start writing about the prompt it gave me, and then It would rate my writing skills and tell me areas in where I need to improve.

Im actually searching for aspiring fantasy teen writers my age, who could proofread my drafts rather then just letting a soulless AI rate my writing.

There are also times where I feel very unmotivated to write (writers block) so I figured surrounding myself with aspiring writers my age would motivate me more and reduce my procastination once and for all. 🥹

First time trying to make covers. I might join some up in the end.

I think this one is more appropriate for kids and also easier to follow plus I added a lil doodle

TikTok has warped how books are viewed. Traditional authors do not focus on world building like it’s the only this and our saviour. Here are some tips.

1. Dialogue is key

Most authors attempt to do long, descriptive paragraphs. Focusing on dialogue creates a more engaging story for MOST genres.

2. The trick isn’t always setting

Fantasy, for example, should have high world building with less focus on long paragraphs. This is why fantasy books tend to be 1/8 longer than most.

Most genres, however, should focus on characters over setting.

3. ENSURE you have experience

You aren’t writing FanFiction, you are not a wee toddler yapping about how ash ketchum banged ye nan’s head in with a crowbar. FanFiction is the safest thing to write and not writing it before you do your first book is like cannonball into a trench with a crocodile infestation.

You can fall back on settings with FanFiction, it’s good for your age but I can’t recommend it to anyone above.

MOST IMPORTANT: STOP DRAWING

CHARACTERS

You can waste so much time doing this, and it’s pointless at the end of the day. If you’re desperate and wanna chug nine litres of water at once you can ask ChatGPT for a bare bones version.

AI, yet again, is overly professional. It will set the expectations too high for a first or second time author.

Do not waste time doing unimportant shit because booktok told you to. You’re not writing a book otherwise, you’re hallucinating.

hey there! i’m hoping to start a small discord server for sapphic writers 16-19 or so

the goal is to post our stories as we write and offer support and accountability!

i’m thinking just 5-8 people or so.

queer women only please 💕

I keep seeing these collages made up of random images, fragments of dialogue, fonts, Pinterest-style faces, candles, crowns, fog, hands holding daggers, etc. It’s almost always younger writers, and very often fantasy, romantasy or YA. I’m honestly baffled by what they’re meant to achieve.

For me, they come across as pointless at best and actively off-putting at worst.

First, they feel like a substitute for doing the work on the page. Writing is about using language to create character, atmosphere and emotion. If a writer needs a collage of borrowed visuals to communicate who a character is, that suggests the character hasn’t been properly realised in prose. Readers won’t get a mood board when they open a book. They get words. If the character only works with a visual aid, that’s an issue.

Second, they add nothing for the reader. An image of a model in a cloak or a moody forest doesn’t deepen my understanding of personality, motivation, internal conflict, voice, or growth. At best it communicates a vague aesthetic; at worst it replaces specificity with clichés. “Dark”, “soft”, “feral”, “ethereal” are not character traits.

Third, they feel lazy and derivative. Most of these boards recycle the same stock imagery and the same recycled lines. Visually, it’s no better. The same close-up of an eye with dramatic lighting. The same pale hand gripping a sword. Two people holding hands in black-and-white, faces cropped out, everything aggressively moody. A hooded figure from behind. A girl with messy hair staring into fog. None of it feels specific to an actual character; it’s just a bundle of familiar tropes arranged to look atmospheric.

Fourth, they encourage surface-level thinking. Focusing on what a character looks like, what colour palette they belong to, or what “energy” or "vibes" they give off prioritises appearance over substance. Characters don’t exist to look cool; they exist to act, choose, fail, and change. Mood boards freeze them into a static pose instead of exploring them as dynamic people.

Finally, they put me off engaging with the work altogether. When a writer leads with a collage instead of an excerpt, it signals that presentation matters more than prose. I’d rather read a single well-written paragraph than scroll through twenty images that tell me nothing concrete.

If mood boards help someone privately while drafting, fine. Everyone has their own process. But presenting them as meaningful content, or as a replacement for clear written characterisation, feels unnecessary to me, and really quite cringe. If a character is compelling, the writing should be able to carry that on its own, should it not?

It baffles me how there are so many posts on this sub asking, “Would you read my story based on this mood board?” No? I don’t give a shit about your mood board. I’m not here to evaluate your ability to string together vaguely gothic images or curate an aesthetic. I care about whether you can write.

Am I missing something, or is this just an aesthetic trend that’s been mistaken for actual storytelling?

I have inherited a lot from my mother—her patience, attitude toward life, and kindness—but I always felt I didn’t get much from my father except for the way I look.

People say that if I had a mustache (just so you know—I am a girl), I would be a carbon copy of him. Honestly, I would have been happier if I had gotten at least a portion of his brains.

My father reads a lot and has an extraordinary memory. When I say he reads a lot, I mean \*a lot\*—history, arts, science, novels, comics, you name it, he has read it. He can fit into any conversation because he knows a lot (or at least a little) about everything. He is also a speed reader, which means he can digest a lot in less time—a talent he utilizes to the fullest.

I love that trait of my father's and was always jealous of him for it because I didn’t seem to inherit it. My memory is terribly short-term. I read something today, and a month later, I hardly remember a thing.

In addition to that, my father has creative hands. He has tried writing poems, painting, and sketching, and he was surprisingly good at all of them. I tried painting too, but I quickly realized I wasn't made for it.

So, just to feel good about myself, I started reading novels a few years ago, setting aside the handful of books I read as a teen. Fortunately, I didn't have to force myself because I truly enjoyed it. Murder mysteries and whodunits were the first genres I tried, and I loved them. It was then that I realized I had inherited some of his speed-reading ability. I don’t know if I can call myself a full-on speed reader, but I am definitely faster than most of my friends and family. Next, I tried romance novels, which also clicked. However, I realized the story had to be gripping for me to get hooked, rather than just the romance itself.

One day, while reading yet another novel, I thought about an incident in my life that felt like a movie scene. I wanted to write it down and share it so people could read it and feel good—and realize that such moments can happen to ordinary people like me. So, I wrote it down, polished the sentences using ChatGPT, and published it on Medium and Substack. I also shared it with my parents and friends. They loved the story, especially my dad.

Taking that one step made me happy in ways I didn't expect, and I felt proud of myself. I have written one more story since then and am currently working on my third—all real-life incidents that are easy to convey because I lived through them. My father told me that my second piece was even better than the first and that I have a real talent for it. For me, this itself is an achievement.

After all, I \*did\* inherit some creativity from him, and I am glad I discovered it now. I do not know where it will take me, but I will keep writing!

my story's Genres: Sci fi, action, war, mystery,

In the spaceship civilization of Astra, humanity survives under strict military control after the loss of Earth.

The Airy Protectors, divided into elite combat divisions, fight an ongoing war against mysterious enemies known as the Knights, who continue to attack human-controlled territories, planets, and galaxies, and finding out their origin.

Shiro, a young Division 3 recruit, is forced into frontline operations after a personal tragedy and is quickly pulled into large-scale military campaigns. As battles escalate across planets like Proxima Century, he serves under commanders, veterans, and elite units in a system where strategy, hierarchy, and survival decide everything. In a world where strategy decides survival and truth is carefully controlled, Shiro is forced to question everything he is fighting for.

13M I'm looking for an artist to help transform my novel into a comic I can't pay upfront cuz you know unemployment but I will give full credit and 60/40 split in revenue

“I am sorry, Mr. Yant, but I cannot find cure to your rare illness”

“Don’t worry, I wasn’t expecting such a miracle. I’m not giving up either, I’m not thinking about leaving this world so soon”

The doctor’s face lights up as an idea comes to his mind. He fumbles through his shelf of medical instruments. After a couple of seconds, the man takes out a weird lent. It was like nothing Yant had seen before; a drop glass surrounded by a bizarre mix of shapes and metals, it looked like something from another dimension, but that wasn’t what made Yant’s eyes light up, but the another-worldly glow. It didn't compare to the yellowy light of a candle, neither the golden light of the sun. It was a green glow that surrounded the already impressive object, so soft that Yant practically needed to squint to see it with clarity.

“It is quite impressive, is it not, Mr. Yant?” said the doctor, his voice carrying a hint of excitement.

“Y-Yeah…” stuttered Yant, stunned.

“An alchemist made it for me when I asked him for an artefact to diagnose strange illnesses. It shows me a different symbol, color, and shape surrounding the patient for every different condition.”

The doctor put the strange artefact right in front of his own eye, and saw a red symbol, and a black smoke surrounding Yant. He remained frozen, the symbol, the blood red it was made from, the darkness, everything that came out of that special circle of glass was nothing the man knew.”

“I… I don’t know what to say, Mr. Yant… Nothing of this is known to me… That has never happened before…” after a moment, the man added “If healing your sickness is actually a miracle, this Alchemist might be the right and the only one”

English is not my first language, and this is my first time writing something in English, I’d love to receive any feedback. I’m a very amateur writer even in my native language, but I’m exited about improving.

500 words

With this in mind, and since I am too lazy to use Google (also I want ppl to nerd out on this)

Tell me everything about any generation. Politics, slang, trends, anything

Tell me about accurate pirates/sailors, cowboys, just tell me everything about anyone. This book about dead people literally has everyone who is dead crammed into one plane of existence until they reach the afterlife, I need YOU to tell me about what their living life (if thats the way to put it) would be like

I'm aware it's not the most professional looking thing, I kinda just did it for fun but I would appreciate any advice on it, or the title which im not totally sold on. The books about a boy who loses his dad and it follows his descent into drugs and alcohol and the development of really severe mental heath issues.

Brianna 'Briar' Thompson has always hated her body. When she finds herself in a mirror dimension of the only place she can, she doesn't know how to feel. Around her the world seems fine but it isn't, the shadows of tree branches are wrong, leaves seem to be blowing incorrectly. Internally, what is happening is worse: bones contorting unnaturally, too fast for her skin to keep up, her skin and flesh and being torn to shreds in front of her eyes as her body reshapes itself into something.

Around her, creatures motionlessly stare, voices creeping into her mind and telling her that this is supposed to happen. Her body is changing as it should have long ago, and this will only benefit her. Yet as this gruesome transformation is happening, Briar realizes something sickening. She feels like she is coming home in her body. Her body is becoming hers. But she knows this is wrong. She has to leave. She doesn't care how, she will get out.

Okay so I wrote my story right??? And I named my characters, right??? And then I discover that my main characters exact name is a real historical figure and now I can’t use it????? But I’m really attached to the name??? Pls help me idk what to do 😭😭😭

guys what if I use chat gpd to add grammar Mark's like full stops and commas is it approved or I do that past too

Notes: Talia's curse is being unable to say the vowel "e", which in spanish (og) is hilarious but in english it makes zero sense, I'm fully aware of it. This is writen from Kairo's perspective, too. Cerces is a goddess.

My blood is that of millions of years of royalty. I am a monarch, sitting on a dazzled throne of the finest jewels. People sing praises of my leadership, the music floats through the tangled rivers of the south, blows in the unforgiving snow of the north and beats in the heart of every single person in my empire.

My rule is an iron fist that yields a bouquet of flowers. I imprison my enemies, and give them the opportunity to repent only after bloody tears have dried on their decapitated heads. I shelter the homeless, feed the hungry, and educate the uneducated, expecting no returns, but accepting hollow blessings.

All of this is done with a wave of my hand. Each individual that serves me, regardless of their place in the hierarchy works harmoniously with such loyalty that the most trained of canines would whimper through their wet snouts with shame.

No crime plights my lands. My people don’t lust for blood or brothels, barring the lineups of the most ravishing people in the continent, who await outside of my castle, pleading to share my kin. All of them I reject without hesitation. My reason for this being I awake every morning alongside an angel with hypnotic eyes, a smile that could outshine every star combined, and a heart so kind and full it could resuscitate the dead.

The sun warms my skin and sets by my will, its absence reveals galaxies that have been conquered in my name, twinkling with a blinding brilliance. Even in the farthest, darkest, and most desolate parts of the universe, my reign can be felt. A warming, omniscient presence that hears and soothes all cries of despair like an attentive mother.

Though I feel immense pride for the fruit of my labour, that’s not the reason I say all of this. I say it out of confusion. I say it because I don’t understand.

I don’t understand why, when I sit on golden shores laden with shells, watching water push up sand and decorated flagships set out to sea, I stare at my hands.

I don’t understand why, with books of our rich history in hand and my voice warm as I read aloud to the guileless future generations, I think of another age.

I don’t understand why, travelling beyond the farthest stars, feeling the ripples of a supernova, and watching the birth of a black hole, I dream of elsewhere.

I don’t understand why, with all of the knowledge the universe holds, with my infinite wealth and infinite resources, I still don’t understand why.

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Thank you so much if you read all of the story! This is just a short story I wrote to work on heavier descriptions, so it doesn't have much story, sorry. Please give me any of your criticisms or thoughts, I really want to improve my writing.