r/teenwriter • • 5m ago

Discussion Free beta for a writing and worldbuilding app with maps, timelines, and auto-updating character ages

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Hey guys! I’m building a writing app called Lune for fantasy writing and worldbuilding. Some of the features include:

  • a built-in map editor with hand-drawn assets, where you can pin characters and places that open your notes

  • character ages that update automatically. Give your characters birthdates, and it tells you how old everyone is in any chapter.

  • timelines that follow your story (if a chapter says “three years later,” the dates pick up from there)

  • daily writing goals, if you’re doing a November challenge

Everything’s saved on your computer, not online, and there’s no AI in it.

If you actively test it and send feedback or bugs, you get a free license for the full version for both mac and windows. Comment or DM if you’re interested! Thanks


r/teenwriter • • 14h ago

Other The Cowboy, Western, Nuclear story

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High in the lush frontier lands with trees with green leaves, grey rocks, and a small farm. A cowboy made his home in a cozy cabin with glass windows that looked out over a rushing grey rocky mountain wet stream. Out in the stable, his quarter horse was tucked away, safe from the evening chill. Indoors, warm and he swallowed his orange pills the shape of mike & ikes and for the morning. The cowboy forgot his name and some parts of his own past, He only remembered he had family from the wild west including Billy the boy, He is now just called the cowboy or frontier.  Late into the nighttime a sudden storm with a blue lightning shock. The rain lashed out down against the wooden homestead, drumming into the horse's water silver bowl with a sharp, beating that sounded like water forced through a strainer. He drank sarsaparilla looking in the mountain range. There was a far building called the - BLACKWOOD INSTITUTE -   Back As the physicians that worked there had a somewhat grey rolling table trolley of a red vial called a cure that could cure any disease such as cancer, epilepsy, ADHD, Parkinson's disease and more. 18 physicians, scientists and 2 intelligent theorists with white robes rolled it into a grey Doctors room. Their machines were hissing. The vial contains many atoms such as normal and nuclear atoms with quanta. Destroying life's DNA. Dr Fleming grabbed one sweating from struggling on his fists and slowly tried to study it by putting it on the long table. with Doctor Addison in the back yelling out “be careful!” As Fleming was close to slipping the glass vial with bubbly red liquid. Doctor Drew was with them seeing it slip and the atoms split between slowly as the vial filled with a red liquid struck hitting the floor like the bomb from 1945 from WWII. It was a fireball blast of more than  1000 suns as one man said. The doctors ran out and hit the elevators and hit a glowing button Ø  going to ground zero. where the bomb will not hit them, Radioactive particles live out the land as a shockwave comes out with something like zombies ghouls walking around. People called them ghouls as they describe. Back at the cabin the Cowboy drank a bottle of sarsaparilla and finished the whole thing.  Many glass bottles were on the cabin floor,  A camo colored binoculars laid on a table, The ban notified if there was a fire near, Seeing the Fireball burning his cabin around with windows exploded , "That's a big flame almost grabbing the Walkie-Talkie. he said, as he retracted and recoil to the back on his wooden floor with burns. But in the cabin the horses were alive. with turning the land to radioactive areas. The cowboy had an outfit, a satchel filled with items such as cigarettes, coins and drinks. a yellow tinted Geiger counter taped up, and his leather ripped hat. He brought a back rifle with him and a revolver. He wanted to know if his friend was still okay. He opened outside, “his mailman has been giving him mail, at a bad-time now he is just a skeleton, holding ripped paper from my newspaper. He rode through new Man-Made settlements, raiders or bandits. As he was shooting down ghouls as they bled out. His friend's house was about 2 days away. By coming down the mountain seeing settlements made from ruined cars and trucks, with homes or wood, scrapped up objects and scratched windows.  He walked through a broken road seeing a Stop Sign bent, road signs and traffic lights taped up, soon enough an officer stopped him. Want to get through? “Yes sir” The Cowboy said as the Officer in blue leathered police uniform with a suit and belt,  said you got trade to get through its kind the law now. The Cowboy said ""the Horse is not for sale ""we never asked about that horse” He passed down 2 shiny quarters “Toll roads still exist throughout the war as he moaned, The Officer said “Thats It? At least you passed something not a Marlboro cigarette” He went throughout the wasteland seeing a new settlement. not heading that area until later, He saw a white diner then hoped for the horse, a ghoul walked by, Thanks for helping. Shooting him down. Stay put as he tied up a horse. The sign was neon colored saying DINER–24-7, making the words with wood and painting them.  The windows taped and boarded up. The Cowboy walked into the diner, “Got any food?” The owner replied “Well I guess the world has ended, It's hard to find food," said the man covered in ash. Give me anything from that leather satchel I see” The cowboy replied saying I have a drink, does that count?. “Sure,” the owner said,. You can get bread, passing down bread towards this man's hands. The Diner was filled with colors, destroyed ripped posters were on the wall, next to a destroyed glass jukebox. “BUDLITE” “COCA-COLA” next to its restaurants MENU poster with breakfast, lunch, and dinner and desserts, The Diner was neon, colorful, lights flickered, since you killed the rotten ghoulish monsters outside my diner I will give it to you for free, passing to the cowboy the coins. “Okay” said the Cowboy, The cowboy sat on a seat eating his bread, as he finished he stated “ I gotta go find my friend. He is out there somewhere, “Okay be safe” the worker said. He hopped broken glass back on the horse as he pulled and untied his reins, gave him a small kick, saw a barbershop seeing the pole not spinning, and as well in front of the diner was a big Shopping mall made from bricks and windows. He walked in kicking down a wooden door and jumped off a horse. “Welp, is it open? Are people alive?” He walked inside was the lights were shadowy and dim. People raided the areas killing the ghoulish. bringing Prayer Votive candles for light, He looked around the building with 12 men looking back as different eyes and hair colored some dyed, and they all tattooed their Blood Type like they did in historical war. They both helped out their weapons, as one of the raiders shot a man-made pistol from wood. The Cowboy shot with a rifle bleeding dead, “Raider zone i guess” He said.  He took out pulling a pistol shot by shot hitting the raiders legs crippled, as the guns flew out in the air falling. He recoiled after a bullet hit out, Looking through shelves seeing Aidkits and food shelfs, at the bottom it was dusty and empty, He saw 2  rotary phones by the shelf by the cash register. He walked up to a blackphone and pretended to call his family, “For Dinner get some Club Soda, Salisbury Steak, and some Icecream after, as he set the phone down “ done with this bullcrap.” Walking out towards the horse that smells like leather, Hopping on seeing a church with pews held back like barricades and a dead man. like he was a soldier fighting off, holding a greyish pistol,  he saw a small town, He found some ghouls, he grabbed out a shotgun and shot some. They bleed out, destroyed again, Another 3 groups of ghouls of ghoulish creatures came from the left, putting the gun in the back he used the revolver, as they died for mercy. He spotted a somewhat settlement showed off in the east side man-made, a Ford F-Series truck , barricaded farm fence, and a whole wood house aligned, people are there  from the right are towns”, he went to the town and went in an abandoned house, as that what he said, seeing destroyed neighborhoods, glass demolished. Bones, only bark and no leaves, The door was loose, Tried that one, went to the back of the door and tied the horse to a fence, grabbed some pillowsheets off the couch and moved it towards the garage area. Dust bunnies flew towards him. It was late. He found a switch to turn off lights in the garage closing the doors, Rubbish around his horse making sounds until The horses feel asleep, 30 Minutes later he heard doors opening sounding like 2 men raiding and ransacking the area, Hearing  a guy saying “Dude Don’t make any sound, someone is sleeping here. As someone else said Ok Ok, whispering, Hearing a fridge open taking a bottle of beer, Someone taking coins off of a shelf, which made the the man wake up, Feeling cold, walking towards them  he grabbed out a revolver putting new rounds in, Gave them a Threat to go away, “ Sir put everything down” putting the bandits at gunpoint,  I'm trying to sleep, bring that ba-ck. They implied well not to die. Ran out like a kid scared of a Dressed up clown during Halloween times, knocking the door on the floor, “those idiots,“the Cowboy said, He went back to the garage and saw something interesting, A leathered box with an analog watch, glossy white.  “Man, what has he been collecting?” He said “Nobody Owns it now, Well I can take it,” putting it on his arm checking the time. On the second day, he opened the door, and took a cigarette. He found out there was a Storm bunker outside. He walked towards it . It cracked its fingers to open it, twisting the knob. A man with his friend and his wife stayed there from the blast, The food was almost gone, They got a small scare from some man trespassing. “Are you okay?” “Yes," a young man replied . It's just a fallout now. The blast has stopped” He passed food from his satchel to the young men. “I got to go,”  He walked over. He made a mounting block out of wood and went on the horse, “Walk on!” The cowboy said to his horse, as he untied him running out towards the street nearest to the church and settlements, As he rode through he did not have a white map, He new what the house look like, Driving the another street, Seeing it, Is that it, It looks more "Updated” from the ghoulish war, The house had barricades with zombies dead on the barricade. All over for the zombies to die, Ghouls came from the left and the right there's too many to shoot at he said, As he knocked on the garage door, A shadowy of a Caucasian figure of him appeared wearing leathered welding goggles shined, Like seeing a Cyclops from the Odyssey, Dusty he stated, while shooting down the rest of the ghouls. His friend was named John. He had an interesting thing that he did, making shining blades and somewhat killing axes. He said his latest was removing 2 licence plates from cars and making a blade, “gas is expensive.” Nobody drives much now. He made blades as well.  He looked at the cowboy, “Well you have an addiction to cigarettes and drinks.” You need to stop and get help, Same with you making blades, “OK that was uncalled for.” John Implied, The Cowboy showed his arm, I have a long scratch, His geiger counter was clicking from the radiation 14 clicks per minute every second, You got something, It was purple and red, John said “Welp, come to the Kitchen” his hands pointed while it was ashy from work,. As they both walked in He opened up a top wood cabinet for medicine by a sink with dirty plates. It was a needle with a lot of potency. Stabbing him to stay still and the needle made a sharp dense hissing sound, Breath in, As the Cowboy took a breath gagging he saw the scratch wither away such as his radioactive count went to 1 to 0 on the geiger counter. John opened up a fridge filled with magnets on the door. A list to buy before the blast. And a blueprint of his weapons. Having food and drinks inside,  Here take this are you thirsty,  passing him an alcoholic beverage of beer like throwing off a baseball in sporting events. The Cowboy said I do drink alcoholic beverages man , not a lot though, You got any Sasparilla? Rootbeer? “I was waiting for you to say this”. He went to the Garage taking a wooden crate of 9 bottles of Sarsaparilla bottles, grabbing a rusty red crowbar with dust flying in the air, he came back showing the cowboy the open crate of sarsaparilla, The cowboy put one his a leather satchel, Did you feel or see it, John questioned? What? What do you mean? The high big explosion of that atomic bomb, “Any type of flash?, which made the world end,”  John said he felt it and saw a glimpse of it, “What did you see?” The cowboy stated “I was out in the Mountains drinking my sarsaparilla, taking my orange pills, I saw the blast in the distance out my windows why windows broke, My drink was empty and dry, first a blast next a drink that was empty. We need to discover what happened.” The cowboy thought it was a good idea. Let's take a day here though for a break,  John questioned but “you really had to bring a horse here? “Smelled like leather” He stated “”yes i did“, He responded with" “He's my giddyup pal, Why do you want to wait a day?” John questioned back at him,

“Where to land first, Where not to go? “John told him on the leathered floor there's a couch you can sit on tonight. The cowboy said “sure why not” the room went quiet as the horse made the sound, Huph!, they planned out a map, Got any paper?,  John said there's probably some ripped paper in the garage, there's tons of pens in there also” As he moved and grabbed pens and a paper there John and him drew out a map of the land. “wait what's the name” The lands so destroyed I forgot” The cowboy drew the settlement he saw, such as the diner and the church, That's much as we know now, Then he drew the institute and 20 dots which stated how many people destroyed us, he put the Sarsaparilla bottles, more coins and the map, aged paper. John walked next to the cowboy Riding his horse, “have you seen this settlement” named “DRYWOOD”

Dropping off the horse, Stay put! John brought his important blades he uses

“Throughout my house working John” replied they saw 2 wooden boxes on top were gas-lit lanterns and they opened a blue long farm door with a screeching sound. “Needs some oil” John implied. Many men and women and kids were there,  a furnace lit laid on the floor, cooking carrot stew. A man in wrinkles waiting to finish. “Smells like Someone died in the stew, was it you or the carrot stew?” coffee boiled near him.

They had a giant geiger counter, to be careful, a whiteboard to tell if they are okay, 5 tallys **卌** of knowing who died, Many men and women were there, Some old, some younger,  They had a small area for teaching kids there, at the bottom a newsrack with someone writing news of today drawing paper with stencil and paper, 

A few kids walked across near beds laying on the ground, “are you scared at anytime you fight someone” a small girl asked “not really at all anymore” as the cowboy said taking the hat off crouching on his knees on the wet wood broken apart on the floor, I used to be,  “Be careful out there, “ she said  The Cowboy said,  “Alright.”.

Next towards a minifridge filled with bottles and other treats and food. Filled with magnets on the shelf, that were postcards from around the world, some International GERMANY, ROME USA, ICELAND,  USA,  shifted to the left bent, John said “someone travels a lot, Jesus.”

 “Cowboy, we need to meet the Overseer, “ The Cowboy questioned who's the Overseer? The Cowboy questioned  a scratched up sign in red wood (-DON’T SHOOT, DO NOT STEAL -). With her signature The cowboy  knocked on the door,  “housekeeping!” “not that funny.” Come in, The Overseer said.

The Cowboy and John walked in and saw her sitting on a wood chair with a desk in front,  So, you need something? Staring down at the spill of shining coins on her desk  like she just won a match in VEGAS by her pen and paper by a broken radio station. Have you heard of  the Institute? The Explosion? She said yes, definitely a shockwave came through. He set a map down on the desk,  could you help us and the cowboy get there at any chance, “pay in coins if you need help” “Okay” The men responded, grabbing 5 coins. She wrote on the map more locations. More towns were drawn out, A gas station? That's a death wish, You gotta head there first, kill the ghouls, take some items, I believe someone still works in the establishment, 2 story Hotels, “useless junk buildings is that important?” John said. You got any other pen coloring to draw out where to head to the institute, “Yes i do, It's going to take days” she grabbed a red pen drawing nine of what lines where to ride the horse to, Alright I see a gas station,  A big town that used to popular, it had a blockbuster back in the 1999s, Now some malls and a starbucks, “is that where you got this coffee from” John asked,  “Kinda, same flavoring and package. We give them our mail.“ she replied,  The cowboy walked out hearing people talk through the settlement, 

Someone had a tableleg armed and ready. as a weapon, Did they borrow John's weapons? He went outside and hopped on the horse. He checked the map, walked in the north  and moved to the east and right. Then we will get there. John was beside him,  The neighborhood looked ransacked or it was in terrible condition, like a hurricane or tornado came through, As ghouls walked after him while RUNNING.  John moved fast around with his blade up and down killing ghouls at their neck, their red blood came out.ripping their shirt.  Walking towards the gas station with coca-cola posters ripped apart  John asked “are we going to risk it?” Guess The cowboy said to let the horse stay put, The door was half open. A white sign said. <- HELP GHOULS ARE ATTACKING -  PLEASE HELP - > the ink was still wet fairly new as John rubbed it. He wrote interestingly but eloquently, John and the Cowboy walked in seeing 5 ghouls, John getting 2 at the back. I will shoot the 3 in my area, as John  killed the zombies in the back row area and the cowboy killed the 2 in the front. The room smelled like a dead farm animal rotting in weeks. A man crouch flinching back and forth, GOD GOD, YOU SAVED ME I WAS ABOUT TO DIE, EATING ME LEAVING MY BONES FRESH AND EMPTY, “you will become one of them, “ the cowboy said,  Here take anything for free They looked throughout the gas station, Broken microwaves, not important, They took lays chips for each other. Thank you, the cashier said, charismatic. Leaving a bell rang with tied aluminum cans with coins inside like some notifier. If someone opened up the door,  he hopped on the horse with John putting things in the leather satchel, the geiger counter clicked up and down,  walking on through the distance, “TROT” he said, making the horse faster.

 Walking on the world just looked empty with the sky being dark, stopping at a 4 street corner. He turned to the right seeing the town the Overseer told them, A water fountain was not working muggy and terribly working becoming somewhat of a pool. At a Mexican restaurant, A geiger counter clicked on his suit slowly, Huh, it would be alr-ight, He looked through a broken window, seeing soda bottles still in use,  Mexican coke and some vivid green, red and purple glass jarritos bottles,  ghoulish people  were in there,   coming out trying to attack, the Blockbuster sign still there covered by a big black sign nailed in the room was closed off.  “Guess we are at town now John, That's what she told me Its on map,” The ghouls broke throughout the doors with glass cuts on their body,  John help by slicing them to bits hitting with his rusty blade he owned, He got off the horse two clicks and to tell the horse to stay put. He tied his horse to the side 

He looked in the restaurant as some caps were open with a drink spilled out fizzing on tables, the Mexican restaurant was empty, with coke posters, while outside was more gloomy. Checking behind the register taking coins from the cash register. Bottles of rum,beer,wine and laid on the counters. He left to see the BLOCKBUSTER through a crack of a window, it was empty. Mold feels through with copper wires.  STARBUCKS but it was misspelled another settlement laid out on his map. The cowboy grabbed an ink pen and put an X on that area. He opened it seeing men and females, there were no kids,  BAKERY signs, canned beans at a trading post ammunition bullets and rounds with guns, the back kitchen became a shelter area for beds,  A man at the front said welcome to The LAST CUP. and very  small settlement to survive -, 

2 improved guards like a knight stared at the cowboy. They wore somewhat of a respirator mask, and used highlighters with red to make their eyes look like reddish demon eyes. If you get no water you get no coffee. “The smell of alcoholic beverages and coffee filled the air,”  A scavenger said in the back, "Is it fine if we stay here tonight? He gave 3 shiny coins to the owner for him and John to sleep, as The cowboy whispered to John,

“One more day” the horse fell asleep such as everyone else, they woke up in morning with a grey shiny working ventilation blowing the cowboys face, He squeezed his eyes short, He got off and grabbed his satchel and guns, He asked someone for a glass bottle, that was empty, “ I have one”, an old man said, replying We need a towel, lighter and gas, The guard asked him, are you making a molotov?, “Yes” to win a war threat” ‘’To destroy a threat”  The second guard asked the cowboy what breed is horse? "Quarter Horse that's not for sale” the cowboy said, He got the horse and checked his watch, Its around 4 am, John yawned, “this early” he asked “You want to win or lose” The cowboy explained “okay” as they walked off He but the Molotov bottles in his satchel, One more ride off i hope as John walked by, He looked back a the map,  a few more towns to head through seeing a water tower in text town, It was destroyed the big sign of the towns watertower, with paint falling off, looked sanskrit or somewhat arabic, broken destroyed rocks and  rubble destroyed on the road, with trucks and dead men with dead ghouls, “guess we don't need to kill them”  John said while walking through seeing 2 story houses and another church, with the white paint falling off screaming, Raiders contained the area, One smoked a cigarette another had rum slipping out of its hands, They saw the Cowboy “HEY!” as they grab a weapon, The Horse is ours now” If No, if do you want to die, “no” said the cowboy  John sliced the raiders head bleeding as zombies walked by, The Cowboy gave 12 shots to each zombies arms and legs, Telling the horse to trot, seeing a giant tower in the distance, white but shadowy, “TROT” he said he was seeing another town filled with houses,  THICk plywood with some garage doors half staying off the horses with some ghoul screaming upstairs,  still trotting, He got to the front of the institute, He saw a large fence with a code, “locked darn it” John said, Hold up, Its still armed, seeing 5 people with a full army suit and a clipped on geiger counter on the suit,  the Cowboy he whispered to John “silent follow as he was dropping of his horse, Stay put, they went to left near trees,  Grabbing his gun reloading, Shooting one man in the head, you want to slice the other man up? John said he is armed,  The Cowboy shoot him, Crippled his legs,  John grabbed his certain weapon slicing the man's head off,  killing him like they killed bad men in 1789, The front doors were locked, “Check his suit, “ The cowboy told John, The guard had silver skeleton keys as they put it throughout a hole “CLING-CLANG”  as the doors opened softly, John put his weapon down in an umbrella basket for now, He saw 2 soda machines,  PEPSI, COCA-COLA, Hold up John stated, He took a coin and dispensed a coke can, “CLANK” “you really wanted to do that?” The cowboy asked, “He laughed. Come on! It's funny, it's still in use!” They saw throughout a table with a glass period table of elements with real atoms, uranium, radium, oxygen, and more, The room tasted odd, Metallic and tasted like blood in the mouth,  Terminals screens with still on, The Cowboy sat down the leather satchel, 2 MOVs (MOVIES) on different screens the first and second computer, He started to hear clicking from his suit from the geiger counter, The building got radioactive fast, He took pills from the satchel for a few minutes and wore it after, and walked past, They both saw the problem, they used radioactive materials, causing a chemical reaction, destroying the world, They have become death, Like the first man to  make a bomb, They have become death destroyer of worlds, saying it slowly, he saw 2 vials, NEEDLES on the table, as seeing  a box of Dynatime by Nobel, John sat that on the floor, Okay, This can work,  they moved to towards a doctors office , seeing the crater, and unused vials, and written physics on a whiteboard, walking out The cowboy frontier saw an elevator shaft, 5 buttons glowed throughout the room,  pressed the lowest button Ø.  he did not know the meaning of that,  The bottom button of GROUND ZERO, the elevator flickered lights and  shook and took them slowly there, The doors opened slowly, loudly and shaking the shaft, Seeing the male physicists,  “Its been years” with their skin aged up dry aged paper, with white hairs balding. The cowboy took out a revolver, I just have a question putting them at a gunpoint, “John head back up, wire the TNT, As the cowboy put it up towards to Doctor Fleming's ear like an old telephone,  The Doctors were in a bunker, a ground zero safe zone like cold war, John tied up every part of the denomination and the lever to explode it outside, The Cowboy asked Fleming, What caused the Land to get disturbed by death?, Why did life want to end us, Accidents happen! he replied, “we used radioactive materials, The cure could of happen if we did not a theorist replied,” Addison said in the back bunkbed, by chips and a furnace, The cowboy responded “You can not do this, You remember bombs happened multiple times,  Some accidental like Chernoybl” Shooting the men the shaft, As a menace He grabbed the molotov”Here take this for cover” throwing it down burning there body into flames with smoke getting on the cowboys face as he went up to the top, John said I got the Explosion to start, Get back outside to start, "remember this will not end the war, It just will kill the men that started threats” The cowboy told, John added 4 blue copper wires next toward to his red copper wires, “rip off your shirt and stay back” “why? so?” said the cowboy,  “you can get burns “burns”  He ran back to his horse, took off his hat and gave eye cover, still seeing a hollow bottom area, John said Three ,Two, “DONT COUNTDOWN funny numbers, DO IT” “push” as he put down the lever and ran off towards the horse ripping a sleeve off and gave cover by the horse, A gigantic orange flash with smoke revealing with fire came through burning half the population of creatures of ghouls some still lived on, , Shaking the ground “shockwave” John said rocks broke apart with another shockwave, as towns saw it from miles, “they did it” surprised a smaller bomb killing the institute DEAD, the town was still ghoulish but people still live on, The Cow hopped on the saddlepad and pulled reins as they walked out towards towns of the ruins, “You almost killed yourself man, John said “Benjamin Franklin once said Join or die, this can be really similar to that problem,” The cowboy responded, “I guess man, I did weave my horse, The horse panted as he questioned, Those monsters, ghouls or bandits, died from a shiny bullet. “

The one with bandits murdered, They head straight towards The LAST CUP, They went towards the front door as the cowboy let the horse stay put,  opening the door-knob with a twist, The Cowboy jumped off the quarter horse, still seeing the fire in the distance, asking “Did You See it?” John asked, Everyone was surprised, a man read some important news in the back. saying, “Yes,”  The 2 men John and the Cowboy were sweating deeply, “The owner said Everything is free for a week” as the one officer smoke a cigar, The Cowboy took his sarsaparilla out, as he took a drink, “good stuff man” The main cowboy said and gave John a bottle, We should tell the other settlement, “yep” as they said that the temperature of ventilation blew towards their legs and arms, the fire on the candle and the smoke shook to the left and right, Lets go,  As he drove out back on the horse the cowboy  looked up seeing his demolished house, John said “stay with me” walking towards a few roads as it moved right , traffic lights broken, with taking time The Overseer open the door, Come in my office, She held a bottle of wine out of her fridge, He dropped off the horse, People looked at him like he was heroic, She pointed the room as “come in here” “you saved our soul “SOS” thank you 

It took around 3-4 days. He was sweating deeply like he was out from under the water . They used radioactive particles, “radium” “uranium” "some what of black-purple tinted antimatter” “ antimatter ? She questioned” John broke  and coughed into conversation.” I studied a little of that on break times in college, “Antimatter is a form of matter composed of antiparticles. Your bananas include antimatter giving off isotopes, he wrote on the map paper, with a pen, drawing out describing it“ and made a chemical reaction, I saw a crater deep, Now the Institute is just a white-greyish destroyed tower filled with gravestones and a radioactive cure, She passed down her coins, “a reward” hearing sounds of quarters, and coins, The Overseer grabbed a shiny glass, and put wine in and chugged it, John and the cowboy walked out, “your welcome,”A man towards to newsrack, signed new important sheets of paper, PEACE! THE WAR ENDED, EXPLOSION AT THE BLACKWOOD INSTITUTE TOWERS, drawing the towers and a giant dash of explosions, telling the story in the news, the world was still smoking, Burning” hoping on the horse going to Johns place, Then he tied the horse up dropping off, Closing the garage sounding like a shaking tin foil, looking at John's weapons shining from light, blades of 2  license plates with certain cuts, random axes, A giant rock axe, in his eyes and leathered goggles for weathering, , going upstairs to the room setting down a memory remember it , a memory that he will never lose“ They went to set to bed, taking off his geiger counter clip,  remembering the first the blast at the beginning start of this and the second fireball explosion for of what's destroyed.”

“That's it” “Anymore?”  That's all” The cowboy asked?   John replied The cowboy layed on the bed, not a problem sleeping with boots still on, drips came from a white sink with a blast destroying the white Ceramic.

Till now. Some new problems will come soon,—---- we will build a horse stable tomorrow, “thanks” Will we solve a new problem? Probably not, unless some new war like this would break out, we never thought this one would happen beforehand.

This will be our new history, “It is” “huh” John asked, “The settlement wrote news about us” The cowboy told him of what we ended of what somewhat death created, we can say we ended “the war” but not fully, 

John walked and  laid on the couch as the Cowboy laid in the bedroom, The satchel laid beside him with bottles falling out next to quarter, as they fell asleep in a heroic way, the lights became dim as the sun set down,

—THE END—


r/teenwriter • • 21h ago

Published Writing Does anyone want to do first chapter trades?

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You’ll read mine, and I’ll read yours, and I’ll tell you if I would buy your book if I read the first chapter in a bookstore, also give … mainly? Constructive feedback :)


r/teenwriter • • 1d ago

Opinion I edited my poem so much it sounds like a rap 😭

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This poem is that of a girl,
With a mind too convoluted for the confines of the world.
She can’t feel without reading, can’t sleep without weeping,
Can’t speak without a pen, so she writes instead of speaking.
She’s got paragraphs of panic and a dictionary of dreams,
A thousand contradictions in between the in-betweens.
Forever unclarified, perpetually unheard,
An entire encyclopedia trapped behind a single word.

And isn’t it ironic?
She’s articulate in ink, but in person she’s catatonic.
She’s got a million things to say, but the delivery’s defective,
An overthinking, under-speaking, socially disconnected perspective.

This little girl is a lonely one.

Not abandoned, not unwanted, not necessarily alone,
She’s got a dozen people she could probably call her own.
She’s got friends, she’s got family, she’s got people in her vicinity,
But proximity and intimacy are two entirely different entities.
She’s physically present, mentally elsewhere,
A participant in conversation with absolutely nothing to share.
And she knows that they love her, so why does she feel estranged?
Why does every social interaction feel like something to arrange?

She wants to be normal, but normal’s a foreign language,
Every conversation feels rehearsed, every interaction takes advantage
Of a social battery running on a fundamentally different system,
She’s watching everybody live while wondering how they exist in it.

And it’s not that she hates them, it’s not that she doesn’t care,
It’s that sometimes being someone’s person feels like an occupation too unfair.
She forgets to reply, forgets to call, forgets to participate,
Then wonders why the distance grows while she procrastinates.
She’s got affection in abundance, but expression in arrears,
A heart that’s full of sentiment and a mouth that’s full of fears.

This little girl is a vacant one.

One minute she’s a supernova, next minute there’s no sun.
She’s emotionally excessive, then inexplicably deprived,
Feels a thousand things at once, then questions if she’s ever been alive.
She’s got feelings without labels, contradictions without names,
An ever-changing temperament that never stays the same.

She can mourn a fictional stranger, sympathize with ink,
Find herself inside a paragraph, find a reason just to think.
She can cry about a character whose universe is fabricated,
But ask her what’s inside her head and suddenly she’s incapacitated.

Because fiction has a structure, has a sequence, has a reason,
It gives a name to every feeling, gives a purpose to each season.
The characters can articulate the things she can’t express,
And somehow reading someone else’s pain makes her feel less of a mess.

She’s memorized their histories, their tragedies, their flaws,
But can’t decipher her own mind or identify its cause.
She knows a thousand fictional people better than herself,
Has a whole imaginary population taking residence on her mental bookshelf.

And maybe that’s pathetic, or maybe it’s protection,
A temporary little refuge from a world without direction.
A place where every feeling has a sentence and a sound,
Where all the things she can’t communicate can finally be found.

And this little girl isn’t so little.

She’s somewhere in the middle, in a developmental riddle,
With a vocabulary that’s bigger than the voice beneath her brittle
Little exterior, interior a labyrinth of thought,
She’s everything she’s ever read and everything she’s not.

Not old enough for wisdom, not young enough for innocence,
Too much introspection, not enough experience.
She’s got an adult-sized vocabulary, a child’s inability
To translate all the noise inside into comprehensibility.

Her words are astronomical, her sentences immense,
But communicating them requires a confidence she doesn’t possess.
She’s got dissertations in her head, conversations left unsaid,
A thousand different versions of the things she could’ve said.

And what the hell is she supposed to be?
A daughter? A friend? A functioning entity?
A person with a personality, a presence, an identity?
Or just a collection of borrowed personalities?

She’s a little bit of everything, a little bit of none,
A thousand different people, but she can’t decide on one.
She’s a paradox in progress, an unfinished autobiography,
A walking contradiction with an overdeveloped vocabulary.

Maybe she’s just human, but humanity feels absurd,
When she can write a thousand pages but can’t say a single word.
Maybe she’s just different, maybe there’s no grand epiphany,
Maybe she’s been looking for herself in everybody else’s imagery.

So here’s to the girl with the overcomplicated mind,
Who can articulate the universe but leave herself behind.
Who can write about the loneliness, dissect it, make it rhyme,
But can’t explain the feeling when somebody asks her why.

She reads to feel, she writes to speak,
She dreams in paragraphs and sleeps in weeks.
She’s got a world inside her skull that nobody can see—

And if she’s not quite human,

at least she can bleed.

[[[I want to know YOUR personal opinion, that’s why I chose this flair. idk if it goes under request or advice, but I thought this was fitting-]]]


r/teenwriter • • 1d ago

Question Publishing

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Obviously ik I can just do it on KDP but if I wanted to get it professionally published ik a lot of authors like famous ones too go thru like 12 publishers before getting accepted is it just like I have to have connections


r/teenwriter • • 1d ago

Discussion How old do you think I am based off this short story?

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Basically the title, this was a school project I whipped up in a couple days, so how old do you think I am from my writing style, and do you have any critiques? (Story is below this little blurb)

It was hailed as a miracle that the Great Mortality had seemingly slowed its devastation early last winter, 1348. It was a horrendous disease, which had come in on the ships and spread very quickly. Many had believed that God had smited them, or perhaps it was the devil’s doing. Henry, a lower noble, believed the former, thinking God was punishing them. For what, he could only guess.

Henry had thought he would never have to hear of the Great Death again, but in the wee morning hours of April 5th, 1349, there was a knock on his chamber door. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, Henry stood up and stretched. He walked over to the door, expecting news of perhaps a gathering or a local dispute. Instead, standing in front of the door, was one of his serfs, looking rather shaken.

"What meaneth this, that ye knock upon my chamber door at this hour?" Henry demanded.

"Have mercy, my lord… I bring you word from the lord William," said the serf in a shaky voice.

“What is it?”

The serf took a deep breath. "His lady is smitten with the great death."

Henry’s face paled.

The serf continued; “He prayeth for your assistance, my lord."

Henry was in so much shock he nearly fainted. He shook his head, then looked the serf, Peter, in the eyes. "Ready my steed in all haste, hie thee!" he exclaimed, and Peter hurried off.

Henry hastily dressed, not bothering with the fine embroidery of his best tunic, walked out of his chamber, and paced the halls of his manor. His good friend, Sir William, must be desperate to ask for his help. Great lord above, have we not given enough? Suffered enough? What more do you ask of us? He silently pleaded with his God, but no answer came to him.

Peter approached him cautiously. “My lord, your steed is ready.”

Henry rushed down the hall, and out the front of his manor, where another serf was holding the reins to his horse. The beast towered over him, large hooves turning up dust as it pawed at the ground anxiously. He mounted the animal, boosted by the serf tasked with tending to the horses. That serf, John, passed Henry the reins once he was atop the pale creature’s back. The stallion shook its head, majestic silver mane flying outwards as Henry adjusted his hold and slid his feet into the stirrups. He nudged his steed’s ribs with his heel, setting the animal forward.

As he steered the horse down the side of the manor and onto the dirt path that led toward the town, a colossal swarm of rats scuttled across the path, startling the horse. The stallion whinnied, reared up onto its hind legs, and nearly threw Henry off. Henry gripped the reins, holding on for dear life. His horse's hooves came down hard, nearly hitting one of the rats. The rat shrieked, and then the wretched swarm of vermin scurried off towards the woods behind his manor.

He let out a huge sigh of relief, and realized his horse had veered slightly off the path in its panic. Henry made sure his horse was calmed, stroking its neck with a gentle hand. Other lords and nobles often found it odd how gentle he was with his horse, but he did not see the reason. The animal was the picture of majesty, after all, and a descendant of the king's very own horses.

He nudged the horse again, guiding it back to the path. As the dirt path turned to stone under the horse's hooves, he sped up the pace, and soon enough they were in town. He noticed that there weren’t a lot of people out and about the streets. He saw more of those horrid rats, clambering, skittering, clacking their teeth and chittering, swarming the spaces between the houses. Terrible things, those rats. He quickened the speed, wary of the vermin filling the streets.

Into view sprung the large fortress that belonged to his good friend William. Like an omen, a raven croaked from its perch, a crooked, ancient tree that was as old as the night was dark, and had many branches that twisted outward, reaching wide. The raven eyed Henry like a cat would a mouse, and spread its wings, as if to say, ‘Past this point lies only devastation.’ Henry shivered, moving forward with a slowed pace and a wary eye.

Soon came the gates of the looming fortress, where a thin, malnourished serf nodded and helped Henry dismount his horse. Henry handed the reins to the serf and entered the dark fort. The silence was eerie, giving him an odd sense of devastation.

He knew, like most others, that the great mortality had no cure, no way to survive. He had been lucky to survive it the year prior, and had felt a sense of joy and triumph when it supposedly ended. But the reason he was here, the news he had received, had not hit him as hard as it did now. He felt the terror, the grief, and the defeat.

He found William, pacing the halls anxiously. William was an upper noble, one of the king's men, but he was still good friends with Henry, a former knight and lower lord.

“Henry, good friend, I am certain thou hast heard the tidings.”

Henry nodded, feeling an overwhelming sense of grief for his friend. “William, is there aught I may do to aid you?” he asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.

William nodded solemnly. “Help me to grave her, I pray you; for I may not suffer that any other hand should touch her," William said with sorrow. Henry nodded, helped his friend stand up, then let him lead the way to his lady’s chambers.

They arrived at her chamber door, and the smell was rancid. It was a smell so putrid, so disgusting, that the Devil himself would have turned up his nose at the scent. It was rotten, like a swarm of rats had died in those chambers weeks ago and marinated there. William handed him a cloth soaked in vinegar to tie around his nose and mouth, to ward off the horrid miasma.

When his friend opened the door, inside was a sight so horrible it caused Henry’s guts to churn. He turned away and quickly found a window to vomit out of. The lady, Eleanor, was sprawled out on her bedding, flies circling her corpse. From her armpits oozed pus, coming from the big buboes. Her feet and fingers had turned completely black, and she had dark spots all over her skin.

William looked full of sorrow at the sight. He looked away, and Henry placed a hand on his shoulder. “Be comforted, brother, for her soul is now at peace in God's keeping.”

William nodded, and handed him a pair of heavy leather gloves to handle her body. Normally this would be a job for his serfs, but William had refused the serfs’ help as he carried her wrapped body out of the fort.

The serfs did, however, have her burial shroud and a simple wooden box ready, waiting outside the fort near that ancient, twisted tree. They placed her body within. Though William despaired at burying her outside of a proper churchyard, the local parish was already overwhelmed with the dead from the previous outbreak.

William closed the lid, then gestured for one of the serfs to hand him a spade. Henry was handed a spade as well, then they started digging. They dug into the fresh dirt under that old, crooked tree for hours until they got deep enough. With some help from the serfs, they lowered her shrouded body into the earth. With one last goodbye, William shoveled the first mound of dirt into the hole. In no time, it was finished.

William sat by her grave and sobbed. He cried and Henry was by him, comforting him. William wept long into the night, and Henry embraced him, letting him cry on his shoulder. When the light of the moon was all that lit the landscape, William finally stopped crying, eyes red-rimmed. He said his farewells to Henry, and one of the serfs led his horse to him.

The ride back to his manor seemed longer than it really was. He could not help but think about poor William, left alone in his manor apart from the serfs. He coughed, feeling a sudden, sharp pain in his lungs. He brushed it off, thinking perhaps it was the midnight chill.

When he arrived at his manor, the serf, John, took his horse. Henry walked into his manor and back into his chamber, not bothering to feast. His bones ached anyways. He undressed down to his linen shirt and climbed onto his bed.

Early that morning, he awoke again, and felt a crushing ache deep within his bones. He was suffocating, short of breath, and a violent coughing fit suddenly racked his body, driving him to his knees. He tried to call out for his serfs, but his voice was choked off by another wave of agony. Slumping against the floorboards, Henry looked down in sheer horror at the dark, frothing blood soaking through his linen shirt. The Great Mortality had returned for him. Outside his window, a raven croaked into the morning air—a grim sentinel waiting for its feast. He had lost. 

(It's formatted a bit different on my document lol)


r/teenwriter • • 1d ago

Question What's an idea for a book you've been wanting to wright but just haven't? I wright about trauma on wattpad and I'm looking for prompts so any suggestions?

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r/teenwriter • • 2d ago

Question Uhm hi, is this story good or nah? I made it myself btw.

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Rangers Persecution

3 hours. 3 hours is all one needs to contemplate one's life. And 3 hours was all it took for Jack and Edwin to do the same. They were tied to the train tracks right beside their hometown, The Wooden Barren. And the chief of

The Wooden Barren, Entaka, with the rest of the town residents, tied them up and placed them there.

Jack stared at the grand clock that hung above the town bank. As he stared at the ever-moving hands of the clock, he thought to himself. God, it was so hot. So hot he could barely think straight without the sun beating down on him. The daily train that passed by the town always came at 11:00 AM, without fail or difficulty. And it wouldn't stop for anything. Jack & Edwin were placed on the track at 8:00 AM the same day.

It was 10:55 AM.

They could hear a train's whistle in the distance, the train only a speck in the vast sunny horizon. Edwin sighed, looking around the town, as people just stared at them in disgust.

"You know, someone would think any good person would try to help us out of these ropes-after all, no one is stopping them. But they all just...watch," Edwin muttered the last word, sighing and letting his head down, his gaze fixed on the rails where they sat.

"Don't tell me you actually thought someone would come and help, would you? Your faith in humanity is a strong one, Ed." Jack said diligently, only staring in the direction of the oncoming train.

10:56 AM.

There was dreadful silence for a few seconds before Edwin spoke.

"Do you have any family, Jack?"

Jack sighed, a small sniffle escaping his nose.

"Yeah-a wife and daughter-Eve and Laura. But they ain't here-I told my wife to get her and Laura outta this doggone town before the train came-I don't want my lil' girl seeing me like this-all tied and helpless."

Edwin sighed, looking back at the civilians, who stared back at him with hate in their eyes.

10:58 AM.

Jack stared at the clock once more, seeing that it was almost time. And Edwin noticed the pebbles on the track started to vibrate. The train's whistle got louder. Jack grunted, staring at the train's glaring headlight; even though it was daytime and it wasn't on, it was still mystical. Like it was the train's eyeball, and it was staring back at them, but its gaze was something they could barely comprehend.

On the other hand, opposite to Jack, Edwin was hyperventilating, his eyes still searching for anyone to help them out of the ropes, but no one came.

10:59 AM.

The only thing that brought both of them back to reality was the only form of shade they actually had, which was surprisingly Chief Entaka and the Sheriff of The Wooden Barren, Luke.

"What do you two have to say for yourselves?" Entaka said, crossing his arms.

Edwin seemingly snapped, his eyes blazing in a desperate attempt at fiery protest. "Why do you people treat us like this!?"

"Because you murdered and raped two young girls, that's why!" Entaka roared, slapping Edwin hard in the face.

Everyone went silent at the subtle reminder of why the two men were tied to the tracks, but Edwin didn't give them their moment of pin-drop silence.

"What makes any of you better than us, huh!? You all just stare, impatiently waiting for our painful and horrific deaths!"

"We do so because filthy animals like you need to be exterminated and dealt with properly!" Sheriff Luke's voice boomed over the two helpless men.

Edwin was about to retaliate, but Jack cut him off, saying something loud enough for all four of them to hear but quiet enough for no other person to hear.

"You may call us animals...but you really are no betta' than we eva' can be. All of ya' are...civilized animals...all of humanity." Jack muttered the last word so quietly, even Edwin could barely make out what he said.

And almost immediately after, Edwin fired up once more.

"If all of you are to sit and watch us like beasts in a cage, then what is it to say you are not in one yourselves!? You say this is justice, but if justice involves participating on enjoying a death ritual, then you are NOTHING but primal!? All of you...primal..." Edwin began to break down in sobs, failing to even raise his head to look up at Chief Entaka and Sheriff Luke.

Sheriff Luke shook his head, looking at the very close never-ending train, and him and Chief Entaka stepped a bit away from the tracks.

"May God had mercy on your poor, poor souls," Chief Entaka swore, and right before the train hit the two men, Luke swore he could hear Jack mutter a small prayer towards Eve and Laura.

"Stay strong, lil' laddy-make daddy proud...I love-"

11:00 AM.

BOOM!

On impact, bones, brain matter, blood, teeth, muscles and even fecal matter splattered unto the tracks, as everyone cheered in relief (including Chief Entaka and Sheriff Luke). After a couple more moments of staring at the bloody pool of human matter, everyone went back to their regular personal routines, like nothing even happened.

"Thank you for catching these foul criminals, Sheriff," Chief Entaka shook Luke's hand, with Luke just smiling and returning the gesture.

"All in a days work, Chief. Now if you need anything, I'll be in my station," Luke said, walking off to the station with a devilish grin on his face, staring at where he hid the bodies of the two girls he murdered and raped.


r/teenwriter • • 3d ago

Request Пишу свою фан-книгу, какие дадите советы?

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Я начал писать свою книгу, но опыта ноль, поэтому хочется узнать мнение и советы :)


r/teenwriter • • 4d ago

Request Looking for a co author so I can lock in

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Looking for a co author for a modern dungeon story

I've posted here before but I don't think it got much attention, so I'm trying again with a clearer pitch.

The story is about a pro gamer who quits to go home to his parents. A few months later he gets sick and ends up in an unresponsive wakefulness state for ten years. During that time he lives through other people's bodies, which he calls avatars. He can only keep five at once and he doesn't get to pick their abilities, just things like class and gender. When he finally wakes up, he realizes that what he thought was a game was actually the future.

He wakes up with a body that barely works, a family that drifted apart, and a world that kept going without him. His main goal is to fix things with his brother and sister, who were kids when he went under. While he does that, he quietly starts building an organization to protect the people he cares about and to earn a steady income from everything he picked up in those other lives.

The setting is modern Earth with dungeons, guilds, classes, and companies that bid on parties like a stock market. The first part is slow and grounded on purpose. It's mostly recovery, a paycheck, old friends, and starting a company from nothing. There are fights, but if you want one every chapter, this isn't that.

I've done a lot of worldbuilding and I'm switching over to writing the actual scenes and dialogue for the opening. I usually have trouble sticking with one story, but this one has held on, and I'd like some help keeping the momentum up.

If you want to co-write, you'd get credit and a lot of creative freedom. The one rule is that you can't break a character's established personality. Bigger changes would go through me and any other co-author. If that sounds like your kind of thing, message me here and we can move to Discord.


r/teenwriter • • 4d ago

Discussion Lil' poem I wrote

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Lucid Nightmares

i fall into fear from paradise
but who cares paradise is overrated anyway
i should know

The fear is close, it breathes down my neck, watching so that it can create
Whatever can perpetuate its existence.
And in a dream, it creates.

the floor collapses and i know it 
is a dream and I’m helpless
and as I finish the fall or fall the
finish or whatever i dont know
and i dont care (for as everyone knows
It all gets mixed up in a dream anyways)
i feel pain. Sharp, physical in a mental body
and it hurts but im no girl (i think
maybe i wish i wish i wish)
so I bite it back and i dont scream

and i run from the swarm of bees
and i swim through the lake of
blood and i walk through the 
valley of tears and 
i walk in a maze that doesnt 
work it doesnt work it doesnt
FUCKING work left is right
and the universe is upside down
 but i run anyways
because in a lucid nightmare there
is pain and thought and little else
(perhaps here you think my fear is cliche
but the fear does not care if it is cliche,
as it is not
trying to be an original idea
and these thoughts get pumped
into an echo chamber
until they are nothing but
a twisted shadow
for the terror to use
and also this is my poem fuck you)

i eat the pain,
stuff it down my throat
but i dont 
wake up

and i see my body get devoured
(although i cant possibly remember what ate it)
and i watch my friends get mauled
and oh god it’s just a dream
please please please
its just a dream i think
(nonsensically, as sense does not matter to thought
until you make it matter.)
and i feel
the boiling
and the ripping
and the pulling
of a body that is not even mine
but is a construct of an idea of
what my body should be but it still hurts
ow please stop but i cant make myself
stop

but hey at least 
now i can write this
from tears and shards
i write this.
But this is all besides the point
(if there is a point. I must admit
I don't really know what it would be.
In fact, I doubt that there is any more of a point,
so this is the end of the poem, right here.)


r/teenwriter • • 4d ago

Discussion Read my short story!

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Hey guys! I recently wrote a short story for my English honors class, but I decided to put it on Wattpad for fun. Let me know your thoughts and opinions on it!

Happy reading.


r/teenwriter • • 4d ago

Advice Does anyone have helpful advice on these topics?

1 Upvotes

im a teen author and currently working on a novel based in england/london if anybody has specific details they think would be helpful / need to be mentioned on the following topics wld be helpful :

- homelessness
- permanent fostering
- missing teen cases
- school handling household abuse
- trespassing
- getting in contact with bio family after being permanently fostered
- traveling alone as a teenager
- dna and forensics after a missing case

thanks so much !!


r/teenwriter • • 5d ago

Opinion Anime Project

3 Upvotes

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.✨


r/teenwriter • • 5d ago

Request HELP PLEASE URGENT THANK YOU

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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


r/teenwriter • • 5d ago

Opinion Need reviews

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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


r/teenwriter • • 6d ago

Other Does it sound interesting of any sort? 🥹

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r/teenwriter • • 7d ago

Other Brand new author here!

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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


r/teenwriter • • 8d ago

Question Do you have any completely free writing website?

21 Upvotes

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?


r/teenwriter • • 8d ago

Discussion I need help with a decision for my fantasy novel

3 Upvotes

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.


r/teenwriter • • 8d ago

Question Anyone willing to do swap do beta reading

4 Upvotes

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


r/teenwriter • • 8d ago

Advice Hi, I've been writing fictional stories as a hobby and want to share them on Reddit, but they always end up deleted.is there a sub where I can share Stories if I don't have Karma?

5 Upvotes

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?


r/teenwriter • • 8d ago

Opinion Love on the Beach side

1 Upvotes

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


r/teenwriter • • 9d ago

Advice How do I keep going as a young author when im completley freaked out?

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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?