A huge thank you to everyone who provided feedback and critique for my previous story! This is the second story in the series about Rosie Bell and her intrepid pekingese.

Rosie Bell and the Peril of Poetry is a short, 5800-word urban fantasy story.

Thanks to the unsung heroics of Rosie, Rory, Alex, and Joey, no one knows their peaceful tourist town in upstate New York was almost destroyed by monsters a month ago. Now, everything is back to normal—or so they think. Rory is hosting Tales and Tomes’ first-ever book signing for a local debut poet, hoping to drum up business and drive sales. But when the oblivious poet's verses wake an ancient evil, Rosie and her quirky allies must race to stop a catastrophe that could turn their tranquil town into a dystopian hellscape.

And this time, even Rosie’s new flamethrower may not be enough for the job.

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While line edits for punctuation spelling and other mechanics are welcome, I'm looking for readers who can point out where they feel bored or confused.

I'd be happy to swap critiques. Thank you in advance!

Rosie Bell and the Peril of Poets

I’m almost halfway done with my current WIP and thought it might be a good idea to get some feedback on my current material and, if possible, future chapters as I write. I plan on finishing the manuscript by the end of this year.

• Title: The Portrait of Theodore Quill
• Length: currently ~40k. Expected length: 85-90k

It’s a standalone adult magical realism novel featuring a tragic love story set in the Victorian era.

• Pitch: When Elsie accidentally frees Theo from a painting he was trapped in for 106 years, century-old intrigue begins unravelling. Things aren’t as they seem; Theo isn’t the only one keeping secrets, and Elsie’s heart might not survive any of them.
• Trigger warnings: Major character death, Blood (light), (There may be more to come)

I’m fine with swapping critique as long as it’s a genre I’m interested in 🙂

Here's my 1st chapter: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1EOEeuW9Fm__iPgWFgqqs5cMp6FQ0WA4q_y-yDXqu2Dw/edit?usp=sharing

Hello r/BetaReaders! I'd like some feedback on a book I just finished. It's a fantasy coming-of-age story that's part slow-burn romance, part political drama. It's also sort of a "historical" fantasy, because it's set on Atlantis (yes, that one). And no, the title isn't a typo!

• Story Blurb: On the island of Atalantis long ago, it was said that the human race was born from the love of two gods, the Sun Father and the Sea Mother. These gods chose to live as humans, reincarnating again and again so they could dwell among their children and revel in their love forever. When Mireia, a girl from a small fishing village, is selected as a candidate to be the new Sea Mother, her simple life is turned upside-down. She must leave behind everything she knows and travel to the Great Citadel, Atalantis's legendary capital city, to undergo a series of tests that will determine whether she truly is the next incarnation of the goddess. But Mireia doesn't believe she is a goddess, and she dreads being forced to marry the Sun Father, her supposedly "destined" true love. As events unfold, she gets drawn deeper into a tangled web of politics, conspiracy and crisis that forebodes trouble in Atalantis's future.
• Content warnings: It's pretty PG. There's some underage characters drinking, and some violence/body horror, particularly in the second half. Polyamorous relationships are normalized, but we don't see anything sexual happen. Implied abuse in one character's backstory, but not actually depicted.
• What I'm looking for: As you can see, the word count is quite long, so I'm especially interested to know if there are parts that feel like they really drag or could be trimmed down/cut. That said, the pacing is meant to be somewhat slow and focused on character development, so if that's not what you're into then maybe give this one a pass. This is also the first part of a planned trilogy, and I have considered splitting this first book into two parts because it's so long; however, I feel like structurally the plot works better as is. I'd be interested in hearing other people's thoughts on this, though. Other than that, I'd love to hear general thoughts about the characters and the worldbuilding. Do the characters feel real and interesting? Were you able to keep track of all of them? Does the world make sense? Are you interested to read more?
• Timeline & Critique Swap: I am 100% open to doing a critique swap, especially since I have such a monster word count. However, I am quite busy, so I would likely need about a month to get back to you. As such, I'd also give you a whole month to get back to me!

Story Excerpt:

“Sister Eiappo told us you could catch fish with your bare hands. So show us.”

“But—” Mireia hesitated, “aren’t these… the gods’ fish?”

“They are indeed. And if the gods do not wish their fish to be caught, then they won’t be caught, no matter how skilled of a fisher you are. So let’s see you try it.”

Mireia bit her lip as she gazed down at the wrasses, the beloved pets of both the Sun Father and the Sea Mother. Their friendly blue-and-orange spackled bodies were meandering serenely around her legs—almost daring her—almost inviting her.

It would be easy.

Normally, these sacred fish would never allow themselves to be caught by an ordinary mortal. Yet Mireia’s eyes follow their sleek forms, and she knew exactly how simple it would be to reach down and pluck one right out of the water, just like the herring down in the harbor.

Did that really make her special? It seemed like such a mundane thing for a goddess to be able to do.

Mireia didn’t want to be a goddess. She wanted a lot of things in life—she wanted to have exciting adventures, to see as much of the world as she could. She wanted to have a thrilling romance, to get married, to have children. She wanted to do something that would be remembered forever. She wanted to leave her mark.

But she didn’t want to be a goddess.

Perhaps she should just pretend she couldn’t do it. She could put on a show of trying to catch one, but deliberately fail. The strangers would never know better.

And yet…

What if it’s me?

It couldn’t be her. It couldn’t. And yet…

Mireia was bending down and sliding her hands into the water before she even realized what she was doing.

For a few moments, she shut off her mind—shut off the voice that was insisting it couldn’t really be her, that she didn’t want it to be her. She simply closed her eyes, letting herself drift off to the place she usually only went when she was in the sea. She wasn’t even trying to catch a fish, really. She was only letting her hands float in the water, feeling the slippery scaled bodies slide against her fingers. She imagined, just for a moment, that she was their mother. She pictured herself, the mother of everything—all the lands, all the creatures, all the people. She was the spirit that crashed playfully against the rocky shore, the arms that carried the fishers in their boats day after day, the raging tempests that ravaged the land and devoured lost ships, the dark abysses that hid all the deepest, wildest secrets of the earth, the mother that cradled the dead and carried them to the threshold of the Deep World.

It was only a pretend, a lie she was telling herself. But for that moment, Mireia swam in it, allowed it to seep into her soul.

I am the Sea.

She stood up and discovered that there was a fish in her hands. It opened its mouth in a silent, wide-eyed gasp, but didn’t struggle.

ISO Beta Readers for my spicy contemporary romance titled The Trails We Wander

Blurb: After a sudden layoff, Emma finds herself questioning everything she thought she wanted. Seeking a fresh perspective, she joins her closest friends for a getaway to Evergreen Lake—a charming mountain town that offers more than just a break from city life. There, she meets Logan, a rugged local brewer whose quiet strength and mysterious past stir feelings she didn’t expect.

As Emma and Logan’s connection deepens, both must confront the pain and choices that shaped them. Drawn to the life she’s discovered in Evergreen and to a man who feels like home, Emma faces her biggest decision yet: return to the familiar, or take a leap into the unknown with a man who could change her life forever.

Excerpt: Would I actually come back? I’d told myself I was here to enjoy the time with my friends, to unwind—definitely not to get caught up in something. After all, he probably looked at every girl who sat at that bar with that same adorable smile, right? Still, I can’t shake the thrill that maybe there was something there. I laugh softly to myself, feeling a bit ridiculous. He’s just a guy at a bar, and I’ve been on enough first dates to know better than to read into things too much. But as I walk, I catch myself glancing back at the brewery, the thought slipping through my mind before I can stop it: What if I did go back? Just once. Would that spark still be there?

Content warnings: it is an adult novel, 18+ only

What I’m looking for: overall feedback. Does it make sense? Character development feedback.

No timeline

Message me directly for the drive link

Google Doc Link: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1MPaJ4fiurbhuw-rY7ze_3FeUSiQ03nTjXaRFZJy7SDU/edit

Story Blurb: Angel: One Million takes place in a distant, alternate version of our reality, in which elements of life such as the weather, livestock, and a mass of other factors were once controlled by an invisible group of overseers known as the Silent Zen. This rule would be an accepted constant for one million years of human history, as the influence of the SZN would be felt throughout humanity in one way or another during its most dire or precious moments. That was, until an invading force had arrived in rebellion.

This invading force was known as the Seraphim Of Winged Varsity (Or the Six Heroes), and their rebellion saw a complete overthrowing of the Silent Zen and a new age of humanity be ushered in. Now, we stand at the present—100 years after the Silent Zen’s defeat. This is where the Winged Varsity of the present come in, as an ever growing and evolving legion of humanity's most capable Battlemages fighting for the preservation of the galaxy and beyond. They, however, are only one player in a major conflict that is unearthed by a team of indisposed freedom fighters, forcing the leaders of both factions to confront their pasts in order to save the future from a cataclysmic threat. ——— Author Blurb: Angel: One Million is an experiment to see how much I can add to my knowledge of high fantasy while applying more nuance and depth to what I’m comfortable with. It follows an ensemble of different characters all weaved together through a variety of factions, locations and events, and is something along the lines of a half-anthology half-linear narrative for a constantly ever-evolving world.

As of right now, the plan I have is to span it for as long as I can keep coming up with ideas, telling the story through a Volume format and having each Volume be at least five chapters. Besides being a high fantasy world centered around character-driven action/adventure, I also want to incorporate other genres for the sake of pumping life into its world, such as Sci-Fi, Cyberpunk/Steampunk, and Romance.

AOM is mainly inspired by official works like Jujutsu Kaisen, the Final Fantasy series, RWBY, and Avatar. As of making this post, I’m currently trying to working on the first chapter of Volume 2. Any and all feedback/criticism is much appreciated, whether it be here on Reddit or in the document itself.

Hello everyone! I’m currently working on my first Romantasy/Fantasy novel, which is now at 90,000 words in its first draft. I’m looking for beta readers who enjoy this genre—fans of ACOTAR, One Dark Window, and similar stories, as this is the audience I’m targeting. Please note that the novel is written in the first person from the perspective of the main character, with the exception of a short prologue told in third person.

Synopsis: Annabelle has lived on the remote island of Aldoren since her parents’ deaths, raised by the Elementari but shunned for her strange, shadowy powers. When the head keeper assigns his skilled  nephew, to train her, they form a tenuous bond. 

Google Docs link to the prologue and chapter 1 (5 pages total):https://docs.google.com/document/d/1FwMU2ItgyWMBmcBUrDIRY4dQkzwOWHyRMZVtakBz5OE/edit?usp=sharing 

Let me know if you’d like to swap or have preferences on file formats for full manuscript review. Please DM me if you’d like to swap or have preferences on file formats for full manuscript review. 

I would love for anyone who is interested to leave a comment with feedback on the link above as well. 

Looking for feedback on the first chapter of my story!

It is graphic so just keep that in mind!

https://docs.google.com/file/d/1RMMjQ9lmhbyCKzTPrtcy7tGm7Ow-E4Dt/edit?usp=docslist_api&filetype=msword

This is a second edition rewrite of my first book, looking for some input!
(Errors are likely since I haven't had an editor yet.)
After uncovering a lost pirate journal, four friends embark on a thrilling quest for hidden treasure along the coast of the Pacific Northwest. But they're not alone—mysterious pursuers lurk in the shadows, determined to reach the gold first. With secrets unfolding at every turn, this adventure will test their friendship and courage as they race against time and unknown foes.

Hi! I'm interested in feedback on my short story. I'm willing to swap with others so long as the work is under 5k words.

Shoot me a message or leave a comment if you're interested, and I'll send you the link!

I'm looking for general feedback. The harsher, the better!

Short Blurb:
A pretty prince hopes to spite the incestuous institution which birthed him, as his family leads hunts to purge the capital of were-wolves. If only they knew that their darling prince is, himself, a were-wolf. He aims to aid the poor like him, but it's more likely he'll just tear the rich down screaming.

Excerpt:

By day he was the charmer of the king’s court, a perfect nephew to be married off or paraded in lace. By night, the Wolf was a vicious thing, lapping hungrily at his mug of ale. He huffed, puffed, and blew smoke rings from the roof of an old bordello at his family’s looming estate.

Those noble fools knew nothing about the real world. Out here, houses were piled atop houses atop catacombs: a veritable necropolis in the making, and the Wolf was out to fix all of it… after another smoke, of course.

A dwarf pushed a bit more Impweed down the head of the prince’s pipe, though the Wolf himself took to lighting the flame. There was something entrancing about fire, something savage ignited in him. After all, flame was humanity’s first crime, stolen from the gnashing maw of a dragon. Surely a bit of gold from his uncle’s treasury would shine just as bright.

Hi all! I'm looking for a few beta readers to dive into the first chapter of my completed fantasy manuscript and, if interested, continue from there. This project has been a labor of love, blending classic fantasy elements with a good dose of humor, quirky characters, and satirical twists.

About the story: The tale follows a band of unlikely heroes—an eccentric wizard, a mischief-loving squirrel companion, and a nature-attuned druid—as they embark on a quest to uncover ancient secrets, face down magical creatures, and, perhaps most importantly, deal with each other's antics. Expect humorous exchanges, larger-than-life personalities, and some subtle jabs at familiar fantasy tropes.

I'm seeking feedback on the story's pacing, characters, and overall appeal to gauge its readiness. If you're a fan of witty, lighthearted fantasy with an adventurous spirit, I'd love for you to take a look!

DM if you're interested, and thanks in advance for helping me bring this story to life.

Hello! I’ve written a 100k-word sci-fi dystopian novel that’s been dormant for a while. I want to revisit the story and see what improvements I can make and would love some fresh eyes on the writing to provide feedback. I’d be happy with any feedback, whether it’s just on the start (prose, tone, engagement), or the story as a whole. Thanks!

Blurb: Claire and her father are Traders. Their work is necessary to keep the humble satellite towns in Sishya fed and functioning. But when the capital, Solaris, which thrives on the remnants of advanced civilisation and hides deep within a vast mountain range, orders the roads between satellite towns closed, Claire must rebel against orders.

Hello! Looking for feedback on my MS, open to critique swap as well! Should you be interested I can send over my first chp to gauge whether or not we'd be a good fit for each other.

here is the query:

Far out in the small, rural town of Aylesbury, doctor Fitz Pembernathy lived a comfortable life of denial. Sure, a presumed childhood case of ‘goat pox’ had left him with horns on his head, and, according to his father, he had grown sharp fangs from ‘eating too much meat’. But his quirks had never been a major problem until he discovered the necromancy.

When Fitz accidentally raises one of his patients from the grave, he can no longer ignore the truth: he has demon heritage. To make matters worse, an Inquisitor has been called out to judge whether or not Fitz should be put to the axe for his illegal use of magic. The subsequent trial demands Fitz demonstrate he’s not the monster he fears he is, or face execution.

Perpetually anxious and prone to panic attacks, Fitz is sure this is a long awaited doom finally realized. But as the trial progresses and Fitz learns the truth behind the family secret — that the Pembernathys are doctors who use necromancy to heal the dead — he begins to realize that maybe his life is one worth fighting for.

Dr. Pembernathy’s Cure for Death is a 108k word cozy fantasy featuring an asexual romance in the vein of Someone You Can Build a Nest In by way of Waking Ned Devine.

Note on the "Complete" status:

My first draft is completed and I'm working through rewrites for my second draft. More details under "Feedback Sought."

Blurb:

Angels have been hiding in the shadows of human society for centuries, preparing for the great Judgment Day. But when the hourglass on humanity finally runs out, not everyone agrees on the mass destruction. An ancient feud amongst the celestials resurfaces, forcing the faithful and the fallen into war.

Meanwhile, Kae Lambros is a very normal girl just trying to complete college—except she's been having ceaseless, vivid nightmares about the end of the world. When an angel from her dreams finds her in the waking world, though, she has no choice but to reevaluate the reality of her visions. Encouraged by the potential ability to protect her friends and family from the horrors she’s seen, Kae reluctantly agrees to accept her role in the apocalypse. However, entering into a dangerous, soul-binding contract with a power she doesn’t understand is only her first problem.

Caught up in the inevitable attraction to the angels, Kae’s allegiances become torn. The more she learns about the shadow society puppeteering mankind, the more she doubts the morality of her role in such colossal suffering. But by the time she realizes the mistake of her naivety, she may be too far into the web of a beautiful immortal’s obsession to claw her way out.

Feedback Sought: I have two options for beta reading!

1. For the entire manuscript at whatever point it currently stands, I'm seeking structural feedback for my developmental editing. Plot holes, unnecessary scenes (my word count is a bit too high and needs to come down), character development, originality, etc. I would just call this the whole first draft, but I'll give you whatever I have rewritten for the second draft along with the remainder of the first draft.
2. You can just start with the partially completed second draft and take additional chapters as I finish them, since I'm editing chronologically. This is better if you're not a binge reader and don't mind reading it more like a serial. It's also better if you're the type to give more in-line feedback and less of an overall analysis. As of 11/11/24, I can get you started with the prologue and first four chapters. I'm probably churning out at least a chapter a week, which can be anywhere from 600 words to 4,000.

If you want to read just the prologue to gauge your interest, you can find that here. You can also find me on tiktok and ig as Koja.Kalos, where I have some promotional material up.

All beta reading is done through a google word doc. Please let me know if advance if you'd mind sharing one copy with a fellow beta reader.

Critique Swap:

While I'd like to offer my help in exchange for yours, I'm really pressed for time with own project on top of having a full-time job. If you can find it in the goodness of your heart to help out a future debut author without anything in exchange but for my utmost appreciation, I will be eternally grateful.

Only looking for feedback on chapter one!

Some extra details:

It is in third person with 3 POVs. Includes light enemies to lovers, found family, morally gray tropes. Surrounds a guardian angel set on revenge, a human girl with an unknown past and an orphaned elf searching for his family. Their paths become intertwined in a very strange way. CW: mentions of death

I’ve been toiling away on this novel for some time now. It's one of many first chapters, but I think I'm finally going in the right direction. I'd love some feedback on the overall idea, the writing style, and the worldbuilding/setup. I'm sure that grammatically, it won't be perfect since it's a first draft. Also, I converted it from first person to third person, so there might be random changes of the tense if I didn’t catch them all. Thanks to all who inquire :)

Hello all, I'm getting close to done with the final draft of my sci-fi thriller, The Grey Area, before I do line editing and publish it. I was wondering if anyone would be willing to take a look at my first chapter and give me any feedback. They're shortish chapter (2500 to 3000 words) and if you have a story you want to swap for critiques I would be more than happy to do that as well. Thank you!

Hello! I'm writing a short story for my girlfriend with the intent to be done by Christmas. This is a work in the Lovecraftian vein with strong existential themes of dread, nihilism, etc. The story is being told in a cyclical fashion with each cycle revealing more about what is happening. The first two chapters here (I is fairly complete, while I just finished the first draft for II) should leave the reader with a sense of foreboding, confusion, and questioning what it's all even for.

The type of feedback I'm looking for is tonal consistency, pacing, and any stylistic advice one might be willing to offer. There are also a few notes at the bottom for future chapters. Feel free to comment on those as well.

I'm an English teacher by trade, so free time is quite limited, but I'm more than happy to swap with one or two people.

Link: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1S9x8lBUOz7F4baOKnUxEWXphPI_e7I9g1YwKAK9G-x0/edit?usp=drivesdk

Excerpt:

"Amidst innumerable galaxies spread like sand upon an endless shore; amidst variable stars like minerals making up each grain; amidst untold planets- mostly empty atoms- lies the Earth, floating placid on a horrible ether of time and space; a slave to entropy and chance. On that small speck among specks are billions of smaller, more insignificant particles, and Joe Bergeron, sitting on a lonely stool of an open-air bar in a coastal city of a nameless state, may have been the most insignificant of them all."

Sorry for the edits. I realized I left part of the script at the top.

Damien is a small town man. He finds himself caught up into the body broker business and his life goes off the rails from there. Warnings of violence, Gore, Sexual and religious references Looking for someone to find errors and check the story flow. Additional feedback is greatly welcome. Reach out if interested, I am also willing to swap stories if that interests you as well. Thanks!

                               CHAPTER 4:  THE NEXT LESS CREEPY OPTION

As much as I couldn’t have waited to get home before now. I found myself taking the scenic route back to my place, as I zoned out into fantasy land again, trying to go anywhere else in my mind. Instead I find much more of the same topics coming back into the queue. When you feel so detached from yourself that you could essentially astral project while your physically awake, it becomes extremely hard to ground yourself, and I’m not even good at snapping back to reality myself to begin with. 

If anything I just wanted to clear my mind, and I thought maybe the longer drive would help me accomplish that, but instead I continue to sink into the black depths of my own organic fluids. I couldn’t help but feel that I had no purpose for existing. That every single breath that I take, is wasted on me, when it could go to someone that’s actually making a difference in the world. How could I justify my existence, when it didn’t benefit anybody else alive? Why do I get to be here and not my dad? 

Out of nowhere I seemed to just come back to myself, and that’s when I realized I was driving on autopilot again, and it amazed me once again that I was still alive by this point of my cruise. So I began to look around at my surroundings. Anything that may help me refocus myself on the task at hand. Which would be driving, not thinking, in case anyone is confused. 

Now I don’t know if it was coincidence, if you ask me, that’s what I’d tell you it was. Others may have said it was fate, something that was meant to happen since the beginning of time, and if you asked anyone else, I’m sure they’d give you some crazy ass answer you wouldn’t have even considered. Whatever it was that lead me to this moment in time, was not of my concern, for what did concern me was what now is in my view. 

Just up ahead of me was that god damned hearse. Parked in a driveway it was, just sitting there staring me down, as if it were mocking my existence. The intrusive thoughts that I had in that moment were wild. I almost had half the mind to crank my wheel and barrel my own vehicle right into it, experience its destruction first hand, my body becoming a secondhand weapon. But I decided against it. 

It was like I could not escape the events of the day for even five minutes, and I was over it. Am I not entitled to some kind of peace? Are we all to just suffer on this floating rock? I want a vacation away from myself, to be as far away from my mind as I could possibly ever hope for. I needed something, someone, to give me some kind of release. 

 As I came to the front of the home. I slammed on my breaks and came to a dead stop. Having pulled my car off to the side of the road, I decided to sit there and study this home that seemed so strange to me. I would have never expected to see this vehicle parked at such a beautiful home. I thought that maybe perhaps the man was here to pick up another body. As that is likely his job within the business.

But that conclusion didn’t add up to me, the more that I thought about it, the more conflicted I became. Did he not just leave the funeral home at the same time that I did? Did he not put a body in the back of that hearse? Lastly i would like to add that it’s a small town, usually we don’t have two deaths in one day. It would be a snowballs chance in hell that multiple people die within hours of each other in this trash pit of a town. 

I thought about driving off. If I had wanted to I could have left that white picket fence in my rear view as I made my way home. That’s what I should have done now that I think about it. What was I doing in that moment? I could not truly say.   I was not a nosey person. I tend to stay to myself unless it may benefit me later not to. 

I like a tad bit of drama in my day to day life, but who doesn’t? Even the ones who totally isolate themselves always wind up shoving their nose into some tv stars life, or maybe they sink their minds into a movie where someone’s always got some kind of problem to solve. I think we all need some kind of instances in our life’s to think about or solve. It’s when there’s to much to think about that you just can’t stop, that these challenges become a problem. 

I couldn’t stall any longer. I opened up my car door and I began to walk right past that fence that didn’t even block off the driveway. I walked right past that Creepy Car, and began to make my way to the front door, but then I had another thought. Why on earth would I knock on the front door? What was I going to say to whomever answered the door? “Hello, my name is crazy.” 

I couldn’t decide on anything to say that wouldn’t seem even partially normal. So I decided to do the next less creepy option. I decided to sneak around the back and see if I could get a peak on them without being spotted myself. I’m sure if I were to get caught I could just explain myself away as I have before in many of the other strange circumstances I have found myself in. 

Twice in one day I found myself venturing into the backyard of a place I didn’t belong. I began to feel more like a stray cat, moving along the side of this home, as I tried to make myself slim and non existent. It didn’t help that the big blinding sun was still shining brightly over our cold little pebble of a planet. There wasn’t many places to take cover as I neared the windows, so I had to step out into the sunlight, like a vampire who’s out of options, never planning ahead. 

So there I was in broad daylight, standing on my tippy toes(which is a funny phrase I might add) peering through the back dining room window of this lovely two story house. As I looked in and seen the old retro tile that lined the flooring all the way to the kitchen, and the old hardwood table that sat feet away from me that had the four feet that cured like a lions paws that held it up. I happened to notice that there was not a single person present within my view of the home at all. 

Now looking at the chandelier that shimmered in the sun’s rays, I began to feel like a creep, like I was somewhere I didn’t belong. And I was right in that assessment, I did in fact not belong here. What if there had been a dog? Or what if they had cameras? Shit, do they have cameras? I hadn’t thought about any of this, and it seems as much as I’ve been thinking today, I haven’t been thinking at all. 

Thankfully I had yet to be seen by anyone. I suddenly wasn’t up to this adventure any longer. So while I still had all my cards in my hand I got down and started to get the hell out of here. I had made it just past the cute little gray stoned birdbath when I heard a loud noise ring out. It stopped me in my tracks. 

 Frozen I stood there in the yard for a moment. I waited like a block of ice for someone or something to come out and take me to the ground. Yet nothing came, just silence. It wasn’t until I turned around to face the yard again that another sounds came whirring out. Yet I couldn’t see a damn thing that could be making this noise. It sounded mechanical. 

Just ahead of me on the other side of the house, I could see a dip in the ground, and just inside that dip, was another window that I could only guess revealed the basement. I almost turned around and continued to leave, but god damn it I’m ashamed, my mind did take control of me I must admit. My feet started guiding me in the opposite direction than the one my anxious stomach had decided on. 

Before I knew it I was down on all fours, and I was pushing my head down into this hole as I tried to get a better view. The glass was a bit dirty from mud and water stains, but when I put my hands up to it, I could see through well enough. It was once I could see through that I gasped out loud, because the sight that laid before me was one that none would have imagined.

The man who stood in front of me had his back toward the window, so he would never have noticed me. He may have heard me gasp though as the window was old and frail. Yet that wasn’t possible because in that moment the man had a loud hand held saw in his hand, and it was buzzing vigorously. My eyes widened as I seen this red liquid just shooting everywhere. It was all over the floor, some of it was hitting the window the my face pressed against, and the rest of it was all going directly on the man. 

It wasn’t until he stepped out of the way that I seen the thing he was cutting into. Wait, no, it was not a thing, but a person, yes it was a person that he was sawing into. As I watched him pull the body part loose and carry it over to a table over in the corner I could feel my heart begin to race faster than light. It almost felt like it was going to pound out of my chest. I began to use my hands to support myself against the window as my body began to feel numb from the vibration of my molecules.  

When he sat the head down on the table, that’s when it finally dawned on me. This was the moment that I damn near almost shit my pants. Why would anything else scare me more than what I have already seen you ask? Well when he sat the head down and backed up to observe it, I could see it clear as day myself. The eyes that stared at me were almost instantly recognized internally in my mind. That was my father’s head. 

The sudden realization made me loose consciousness for a few seconds, and that was when I fell forward and into the small hole. As I wasn’t there mentally, I was unable to control my body, and I went crashing down, slamming into the window with a boom louder than thunder crashing through the still of the night. I must have hit my head pretty good, because it snapped me back awake, and that’s when I looked over in a daze and seen the man staring at me. 

Seeing the look of horror in this man’s facial features, I knew I had gone to far, and seen something someone clearly didn’t want me to see. He damn near shook like a frightened black cat in an old Halloween cartoon, if he had been covered in hair it’d all be standing straight up. I knew I had to get my ass up and out of there, immediately. 

So I grabbed the top ledge and used it to stand up. Now using the leverage I still had to pull myself up and out of the hole. I was still sort of fucked up from my little accident, but I ignored the pain in my leg and shoulder, and I began to run. Yet there was nowhere for me to go as I went crashing into the man from the basement as I came around the corner of the house. The causation of this collision wound me up on the ground, with him towering over me. 

 With vision that seemed to be fading on me, I noticed that it was in fact the same man from the funeral home. He was completely covered in blood, and he had a hammer in his hands. In my pathetic attempt to stay alive I remember yelping like a pathetic little pup. “Don’t kill me, please.”. It’s all I can remember whimpering out to this man before everything went dark and I was no longer apart of this interaction. 

This is a short story that I'm currently working on, and it's 5 pages long at the moment. There are some Christian symbolism, and dare I say I wanted it to be a little philosophical for a horror story. Either that or I'm just being pompous for my own good.

Blurb: it's all black and white, and sin is in every corner of the land. An unnamed individual is walking through the city, talking about humanity's hubris and its eventual demise. That was until he realises he can't remember how he got to the city or why he even is here. Speaking to a few locals, he makes an hopeless effort to escape this place, but fails to understand that his fate has already been sealed.

As usual, give me feedback on what you like and dislike at the story.

Here's the link: https://1drv.ms/w/c/fc44564580f77794/EaSa-3m50wZEukMyF6VzISoBWSmWhY2YZ7iu-JN0k_ozgQ?e=JSbNQq

Also, feel free to DM me.

Hi all, I recently completed some additional edits on my novel "Extra Extra Bleed All About It," which has been through about 7 drafts. I'm hoping to be completely finished with editing over my winter break, and was looking to get some additional feedback prior to diving into my (hopefully) last rounds of edits.

Blurb

After being rejected by the marching band, high school sophomore, Finn Howard, decides to join the newspaper staff; however, his older brother, Cliff, soon reveals a conspiracy theory that the newspaper staff members are really vampires. At first, Finn rejects this theory, figuring it is no more plausible than the time Cliff claimed to see Elvis at the mall, but when his best friend begins to rot alive after an encounter with the student editor, Finn is forced to explore the theory in hopes of saving his friend.

Excerpt

First Chapter: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1xxB6xdm5cjyr2AvmulUiK3JeaGbD-MJJkf-AGIe_DuM/edit?usp=sharing

Feedback

I am mostly looking for just overall feedback, but specifically on the characters and consistency. In addition I've also been struggling with determining what genre to place my novel, as it incorporates both horror and comedy. This is something I was hoping a beta reader might be able to help with.

Timeline

At the moment I would prefer if possible for betas to be done with reading prior to December 20th or so due to that being when I would be able to get back into editing.

Critique Swap

Right now I am unable to swap. I'm currently in my first year of teaching middle school; therefore, I do not have a lot of extra time. I would maybe be open to swapping if it was a very long timeline.

Thanks for considering! Let me know if interested or if you have any questions.

Hello, everyone!

I have a bit of an unusual request; I'm a game developer who makes visual novels (if you're not familiar with the genre, they're a bit like "choose your own adventure" books). I'm looking for feedback on the demo script of a psychological horror/romance/mystery game that I plan to release later this year! It contains 3 out of a planned 7 days. Since it is a game script, there will be some differences from a traditional novel script (e.g. screenplay-style dialogue, short paragraphs, dialogue tree branches, etc.), but overall, it shouldn't read too differently from a novel.

I am completely open to a critique swap! Even though I'm a game dev, I'm also prolific reader and have quite a bit of editing experience. I can provide in-depth feedback on themes and characterization, as well as proofreading/copy-editing if you're interested in that. I have no restrictions on what I will read.

Blurb:

You play as an author struggling after a personal tragedy. After a storm washes away your only means of escape, you find that you’re trapped on a remote island with your doting, perfect husband… who might not be the man you married.

I'm looking for someone who:

-Enjoys romance/slow-burn mysteries!

-Is willing to answer my questions/give their overall impressions! I'm particularly interested in emotional engagement, pacing, and overall reader interest.

-Is okay with the content! (The demo version doesn't contain much objectionable content, but it does deal heavily with mental illness, marital problems, and grief/death.)

-Can read and provide feedback before the end of November, if at all possible!

I've attached the first page below in case you want to take a peek!

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1L6yElJi3aHiSxpFbiHU-Dk6m0_bsdWKAxnPBS4tAzCg/edit?usp=sharing

If you're interested, please comment below or DM me! Thank you so much for your time!

Sigmund Sarav walked slowly to the top of the hill. At the summit; he was able to see his town and castle. His expression, as always, was one of sorrow and purpose.

In his view, the town was only a living, breathing mockery of what it once was, not that it had ever amounted to much, but it is the place where head grew up in. After the Apocalypse, only half demons, corrupt humans and beasts lived there, spawning evermore, dwelling in their home caves.

It amazed Sigmund such a heinous way to live would subsist in this post-hecatomb world. The year would have been 2125 if everything had not ended. The War of God had brought humanity to its knees, leaving behind a wasteland of death, despair and corruption.

Those few chosen were finally able to leave with the Lord's Army to the kingdom of heaven, leaving Earth for good. Portals connecting to hell had appeared in every other corner of the world. What remained of humanity were only the unfaithful, the broken, and the impure.

Although many of them fought for the Lord in the war, they had been abandoned at the end, not being granted passage to heavens nor being condemned to Hell. Nevertheless, Earth had now become an extension of the latter. Fallen angels and demons now roamed the Earth freely, wreaking havoc in human shelters, bringing them down, corrupting them or enslaving them for their wicked pleasures and desires.

To his knowledge, the few who still fought for human settlements in the name of good were less than a hundred over the Earth. Sigmund Sarav took care of that small, innocent populace within Castle Sarav´s walls. And at the sight of the pestilent decay of his world and sad state of remaining humanity, his expression turned dark and angry.

-Fuck you, God-

Hello, I am preparing for the San Francisco Writer Conference in February to pitch my manuscript, and am looking for a last pair of eyes on my YA ice skating/Russian mafia story. Would there be any takers here? It deals with themes of past child abuse, past SA, and gender/sexual identity.

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Three days. Three days, and Sasha hasn't slept.

Anxiety marches under his skin like ants, pinning his bloodshot eyes to the darkness of his bedroom. He breathes deep through his nose and tunes his ears to clanking plates, a flushing tap, and his coaches' muted, furious murmurs as they argue in the kitchen. He can't make out what they're saying through the wall, but their thunderstorm growls and sharp staccato spikes only ratchet his unease.

His cousin Alexei breathes deep and even in the bed mirroring his own, pressed against the opposite wall.

Baring his teeth at the ceiling, Sasha shucks off the sweat-damp weight of his comforter.

Like him, his bed is a small, bony thing, fifteen years old and rusted at the joints. They shriek as he slips from beneath the sheets, bare soles pressing into the firm carpet. Bracing his hands on the edge of the bed, he takes a moment to steady himself until his dizziness passes. When was the last time he ate? Showered? His skin sticks together where it folds, sweat gathering in the bends of his elbows and knees.

The bedroom is dark, nearly black, with heavy curtains drawn and the air thick and humid. Hot. His eyes pick out the looming silhouette of the dresser he shares with his cousin, its curved mirror flagged with Alexei’s postcards and photographs. Sasha threw his phone somewhere last night, when the tabloids got the best of him, sounding like it landed under the dresser. Sasha rakes a hand through his greasy hair, scratching his scalp with another long-suffering sigh. The black sweater he's worn for half a week is balled up and packed over the digital clock on his nightstand, the black fabric blocking the red lettering.

It’s too warm warm in here. Sweat crawls down his nape, raising goose flesh as it climbs beneath the loose tank top hanging off his frame. He feels tragic. Sloppy. A half-melted ice cream struggling to hold its shape.

With a sigh, he tugs the elastic from his hair, allowing the damp strands to fall from the half-hazard bun sagging on top of his head. The ends stick to his shoulders, a silk curtain when he bothers to treat it right. He should have taken a leaf from Alexei’s book and slept on the ride from the airport yesterday.

Creaking to his feet, Sasha gets dressed in the black sweats he wore the day before. He moves from memory, the world painted in greys behind the curtain, his room in blacks, his mind a bed of static and silence. As a rule, he doesn't let it wander. Deep thoughts lead to remembering, and remembering means killing what little his Uncle left of him.

No, Sasha works best on autopilot. Machines seldom make errors, and he cannot afford a single one.

Looking for a small group of beta readers for my scifi novel.

The setting is the near future, during a devestating war between two malevolent corporations using cyborg soldiers with a focus on grounded shootouts and realistic acts of resistance against the two major corporations. Basically, a dystopia setting meets a semi-realistic futuristic/modern war setting (with plenty of scifi nonsense for added flair).

This does means there is plenty of violence and occassional mentions of SA.

I am starting off beta readers with the first 20 chapters each of which average about 6 pages. DM if interested, as I am extremely aware of how often new writers are approached by scambots and dishonest publishers on the internet.

I would like critiques before the end of next week, if possible.

hi! I'm scared

this is the first time I've had a beta reader for something serious (aka not fanfiction) and I just need a POV from someone like, coming in. imagine opening my book and give me your first impression is where I'm at

in summary: Mia thought she was just out for a drink to escape the chaos of losing her job. But a chance encounter at the bar with the mysterious and compelling Xavier quickly turns her world upside down. Offering her a position at his prestigious law firm, Xavier seems to have a keen interest in her career—and maybe even in her.

As Mia settles into her new role, she starts noticing Xavier’s eyes lingering, his attention unwavering. What she doesn't know is the price of his obsession. Under mounting pressure from his family to marry or risk losing the firm, Xavier makes Mia a proposal that could change both of their lives. But as business and personal lives intertwine, and lines blur between ambition and desire, Mia begins to wonder if she’s simply part of his grand plan… or something far more meaningful.

In a world where love, loyalty, and legacy collide, Mia and Xavier must decide: will they risk everything for each other, or be bound by the weight of family duty?

(diabolical yes, I know) but yeah...please help, I've been doubting myself for a while (even though I wrote a 150k fanfiction) tysmia 🖤🖤🖤

The scene: MMC (male main character) and FMC (female main character) are spending time together after sparring for an upcoming battle. MMC is cursed to never enjoy any kind of intimacy and if he gets too close, his curse destroys whatever connections he builds.

Main story: Basically about breaking his curse. Adventures to get stronger and defeat the witch that cursed him.

CW: almost SA

• Looking for general feedback and thoughts; is this scene frightening to you? Suspenseful? Overwhelming? What does this scene elicit from you?

*I’ll critique a scene or story of the same length and expect to hear back asap :)

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1BOwNT_IULclZOAga206O6bSRpFNWo5KyFl-UhsG57Ws/edit

(Also I’m on mobile and formatting this post is hard lol)

hey guys!

looking for a beta reader - would love to critique swap!!

young-ish writer so heads up!

first chapter :)

As he flew past me on his skates, the small breeze tussling my hair, I wondered if he’d ever stop being such an insufferable imbecile. When he smirked and sprayed me with snow from the rink, I decided that he would never change and it was best not to waste time hoping.

I heard my mother calling my name, breaking my attention away from the freakishly annoying man attempting to get my attention.

“Vanessa!” Mother called, her voice higher than usual. She only ever makes her voice weird on purpose when Jared, her boyfriend, is around. Jared freaks me out. He’s kind of eccentric, but whatever, my mom loves him. I turned around, brushing the powder out of my eyes.

“Yes mom?” I walked towards her, dusting myself off.

“Can you stay here and drive your brother home from practice? Jared and I are headed out to eat.” My mom grinned and wrapped an arm around Jared.

I nodded and smiled, internally screeching. I didn’t want to drive my butt-headed brother anywhere, especially when he just sprayed me with snow from the rink. Which means that my beloved 2002 Silverado would be covered in ice powder and water. I was not pleased.

As they turned and left, I grimaced and faced the rink. My brother and his buddies laughed as they practiced, their voices echoing around the poorly insulated arena. I pulled my hoodie closer to my body and tried to scout out a good spot to sit. I noticed an empty seat on the bleachers, and I made my way over. My attention was caught by the ancient buzzing vending machine, broadcasting the snacks that had most likely been there since the 90s. As I looked to its side, I noted the new vending machine, sleek and bold with colors that make your eyes bleed a little. I popped a 5 dollar bill in, selecting some stupid sporty drink with electrolytes. I inspected it. Cherry freeze. Yum.

I went back to my bleacher seat, pulling out my manuscript. I went over it about 20 times before I felt like my brain was going to explode. It was too cliche, even for me. All the same plot twists and predictable turns. I’d been working on this thriller manuscript for about 1 1/2 years, ever since freshman year. I read through once more, only to be rudely interrupted by someone’s face hitting the plexiglass right in front of me.

I glanced up as his striking green eyes met mine. His defined features twisted into a toothy grin as he looked at me. My brother shoved him into the wall harder, mushing the poor boy’s face into an unintelligible blob, as my brother spun around and turned to face me.

“Vannie, do ya think you could take Charlie here and I home? His sensible Prius broke down. Again.” Gunnar grinned.

“Yeah, I guess, but you guys better dust off the snow before you get in my truck.” I rolled my eyes, swooping my brown hair over my shoulder and glancing down.

“You drive a truck?” Charlie asked, raising an astonishingly perfect blond brow.

“Mhm, what about it?” I looked back up, meeting his gaze.

“Nothing, I just didn’t think ol’ Gunnar’s little sister could get any cuter.”

“Shut up.” I said at the same time my brother said: “You wish, Charlie-boy, little Vanessa’s off limits.”

“Am not.” I argued.

“Oh, you so are. Like Gunnar doesn’t act like your little guard dog. He’s like a little yippy ankle-biter with how protective he is of you.” Charlie smirked as Gunnar elbowed him in the ribs.

“Whatever. Hurry up and go get changed. I’m leaving in ten.”

“Yes ma’am!” Charlie saluted and skated off with Gunnar towards the edge of the rink.

Five minutes later, I was waiting in my truck, the heat blasting. I was playing some Lana Del Rey and wishing I didn’t have to wait on two annoying men who were plotting my downfall as I spoke. I could hear them before I saw them. They were laughing, their heads tossed back. They looked like they were in some stupid bro movie, where they get matching blonde and brunette girlfriends at the end after they win the big football game. I grinned to myself, unlocking the doors. Charlie opened the door first, smiling at me as he clambered in, Gunnar following suit. They both dumped their bags on the seat between them. I watched as icy powder fell off of their bags and onto my seat.

“Really guys? C’mon, I told you to brush everything off of yourselves.” I rolled my eyes and sighed.

“Whoops. Sorry Vassie!” Charlie chuckled apologetically. I sighed again and turned the key into the ignition, the engine roaring to life. On the way home, I turned on some Taylor Swift. Lover was my favorite song as of right now. Truth be told, I was kind of unpredictable. Mostly negatively. If you asked me tomorrow, it would probably be “Taste” by Sabrina Carpenter. I hated things staying the same. Like the whole “settling down” thing never really appealed to me. But I think it was supposed to. I was supposed to want that. Ideally, I’d travel the world when I grew up, with or without a husband.

I was pulled away aggressively from my own thoughts by the grating sound of my brother’s chortling laughter.

“What’s so funny back there?” I glared at the pair through my rearview mirror.

“Nuthin’. Just Insta-stalking some new kid at school.” Charlie hummed.

“Boy or girl?”

“Guy.”

“Is he cute?” I smirked, watching as Charlie and Gunnar both looked up at me, their nostrils flaring.

“Not to you, no.” Gunnar scoffed. I sighed, pulling into Charlie’s driveway.

“Thanks for the ride, Van.” Charlie smiled and grabbed his bag, sliding out of the seat. He shut the door carefully, as I rolled down the window for Gunnar.

“Say hi to your mom for me, Solace!” Charlie made a face and slammed the burgundy front door shut behind him loudly. Gunnar chuckled as I made to reverse the truck, rolling his window up.

The rest of the car ride was mostly quiet, the gaps being filled with the hums of music and the yapping coming from his phone. I pulled into our driveway, turning the car off and helping him with his bag and hockey stick. I unlocked the door, walking in to the smell of lemon verbena and spaghetti Bolognese with extra meatballs. My favorite. I glanced at my brother, noticing he was basically frothing at the mouth to get some of mom’s home-cooked food. We raced to the kitchen, gunning for the dishware cabinet to grab a plate. I got there first, having successfully shoved my 6 foot something brother into a wall. For reference, I’m 5 feet and 5 inches of pure awesomeness. Regardless, I grabbed heaping spoonfuls and loaded my plate to the brim, adding some garlic bread and an apple, because,y’know, health. I snatched a fork and a napkin and ran to my room, locking the door.

My brother grunted at me and scowled. A familiar sight. I heard the murmuring of my mom and Jared from the other room. Their lips were attached, like, 97% of the time, and if not their lips, they were always touching each other in some way. I understand being affectionate, but yikes. This was overkill.

I pulled out my manuscript, examining it with intensity as I scoured it for mistakes or errors. None to be found. I’d have my best friend, Cassie, read it over tomorrow morning. But until then, I pulled out my anatomy homework, stared at it, really contemplated doing it, and then decided I’d just do it tomorrow. Maybe. To be honest, at St. Andrew’s Academy, the teachers were lucky if even ten kids showed up for school for a day. So hopefully Mr. Huffman would be alright. Besides, I already had an A in his class. I replayed every single moment with Charlie and sighed. He was everything I wanted to be. Smart, funny, sociable, popular, and most of all, a cutie patootie. Like a total ten out of ten baddie. Kidding. Not really. But then I remembered the boy that Charlie and Gunnar told me about.

I hummed, casually opening Instagram and scouring my brother’s followers, to no avail. Whatever, it’s probably not that important. I turned on a corny reality TV show and ate my food, not paying 100% attention, mostly zoning out. Jared came into my room, announcing his arrival with a knock.

“Hey sport, you gonna head to bed for the night?” He questioned.

“I was planning on it, why?”

“Just wondering. Your mother and I were planning on heading out to the movies for the midnight showing. You wanna come?”

“I’m okay, Jared, thanks for asking.”

“Okay, sounds good, Vanessa. G’night.”

“Night, Jared.” He smiled, grabbed my empty plate, and shut the door with a soft click. I sighed, opening my phone once more. I then clicked it off again. The urge to call Charlie was overwhelming my brain strongly. I tried to focus on the crappy tv show, very unsuccessfully. I powered off the show, squeezing my eyes shut. I listened to the rumble of Jared’s diesel-guzzling truck pulling out of the driveway. The house stilled. The silence was overwhelming. But that’s okay, I guess. The silence carried me with a gentle touch to sleep, my eyelids shutting, and my brain conjuring up my dreams.

ISO: arc team/beta readers

I’m looking for a relatively SMALL group of people (5-8). I need someone who are:

• heavy readers
• obviously like fantasy romance
• familiar with lord of the rings
• familiar with fae
• ok with all the normal ‘trigger warnings’
• able to criticize everything (good/bad)
• familiar with DND

This will be my very first book so I need all the criticism and advice possible! I am not completely finish with it (officially halfway done). I plan to finish it before Christmas (most likely first week of December). I’m willing to go ahead and give copies to these people of the first half to make sure I’m going on the right track. I’ll obviously send you the finished book to finish reading and criticize the finished result. If I need more action, more descriptions, more background, spice, etc I want to know.

Side note: for the 5-8 people that do help me I will be adding an acknowledgment page in the FRONT to show my appreciation for you!

This will be a series (4-5 books). Once book 1 is complete and the 5-8 would like to continue to be apart of my team I will be glad to keep you. If you do not I completely understand and respect your decision. I will then find a replacement.

Title book 1: The Whispering Winds of War Series name: Whispers of Destiny Synopsis: In a realm where whispers of war echo through the lands, an unbreakable bond between three friends stands as the last beacon of hope against the encroaching darkness. Arya Windwhisper, a healer blessed with the power to harness nature's elements, bears two enigmatic sigils—one etched upon her back and another hidden above her heart—that shroud her identity in mystery. Raised in solitude, her gentle demeanor belies an inner strength forged through ancient wisdom.

Eirlys Frostbane, an enigmatic figure with a captivating charm, wields arcane magic passed down through generations. As the leader of the Dragon Pact, he trains aspiring riders, his piercing ice-blue eyes reflecting untold stories. Yet, his growing desire for Arya is complicated by a family secret that forbids their union, creating a palpable tension that adds depth to their journey.

Kael Stormrider, a fierce warrior guided by honor and courage, shares an unbreakable bond with Arya, rooted in their shared upbringing in the mystical forest. Unaware of her secrets, his loyalty knows no bounds, and he would sacrifice everything to protect her.

As dark clouds gather and distant rumblings echo like thunder, the realm teeters on the brink of chaos. Increased patrols and fortified borders hint at the rising tensions, while whispers of dissent spread like wildfire among the populace. The political landscape becomes a treacherous web of intrigue and betrayal, with factions emerging, each driven by their own sinister agendas.

Amidst the growing unrest, Arya, Eirlys, and Kael find themselves at the center of a prophecy foretelling a great conflict that will test the very fabric of their world. Skirmishes on the borders and the disappearance of key figures foreshadow the impending war, creating a sense of urgency that compels them to gather allies and rally support.

Joining forces with the fierce warrior Lyra Thornbloom and the enigmatic Rowan Nightshade, whose rumored connections to dark forces intertwine with the arcane, they form an unlikely alliance. Together, they navigate a treacherous path where trust is a luxury, and betrayal lurks in every shadow.

As the war erupts with devastating force, ancient powers awaken, and long-buried secrets are unearthed. Arya's true identity is revealed, her sigils unlocking a power far greater than anyone could have imagined. In a climactic battle against the forces of darkness, she must confront her fears and embrace her destiny, even if it means sacrificing the very thing she holds most dear—her love for Eirlys.

In the end, as the smoke clears and the dust settles, a new era dawns, forged by the courage and resilience of those who dared to stand against the tide of evil. Arya and Eirlys, their love transcending the boundaries of fate, emerge as beacons of hope, their bond stronger than ever before. Together, they usher in a world where the whispers of war are silenced, and the echoes of peace resonate through the lands, forever etched in the annals of legend.

Seeking Beta Readers (beta-swap)!

“I am Online: Diaries of a Webcam Model,” is an engaging LGBTI+ comedy with an erotic twist. Sebas is a small-town boy whose life takes a sharp turn on his 18th birthday when his abusive father calls him a failure. With just thirty-eight euros, Sebas boards a night train to Barcelona, embarking on a turbulent journey of self-discovery.

This novel delves into the complexities of human relationships and the contrast between virtual fame and real-world anonymity. Join Sebas as he navigates the highs and lows of his new life, offering readers a heartfelt and humorous exploration of identity and resilience.

I'm looking for passionate beta readers to exchange honest feedback and help elevate our projects to the next level—publishing! Let's collaborate and make our stories shine. Ready to join forces? Let's work together!

Anyone interested in having a read, please let me know, and I will share a link.

Blurb:

When a new US president is elected, and war is declared on illegal immigration, there is one "illegal immigrant" to America firmly in the cross-hairs of this new president, who was always a very naughty boy and was never once on the nice list.

Christmas Inc. tells the story of Mrs. Claus, four elves, the reindeer, and a little red crab, and their battle to save Santa and Christmas from the forces of greed, and human hubris and dysfunction.

Christmas Inc. is an anarchic, subversive, and satirical look at populist politics, greed, capitalism, slave labor, the cult of the billionaire, and (of course) the magic of Christmas.

Many thanks for the interest in my previous short story, here's the next in the series.

After a string of failed investigations, struggling private detective Clement Cecil has a new case—a suspicious darts tournament with a potential match-fixer. Louis, ever eager to make a sale, helps his associate navigate shady competitors, a questionable sausage roll, and an unexpected substitute spot in the tournament, all while trying to offload MP3 players from Uzbekistan. As Cecil digs deeper into the seedy underbelly of Kings Abbott's dart scene, he begins to suspect there's more to the case than a rigged game—though solving it might prove just as elusive as the last one.

Please reach out if you're interested.

Many thanks in advance.