Forum: Writing Critique

Hunted Chapter 1 London...

Alrighty, time to get serious about this story. I've found that the beginning and the end of a novel are always the hardest for me; the middle part...

:confused: My subject is the theme of any of my post. I emphasize word points by (eclipses) and Hyperlinks. I am a free style writer and want to...

Hi here is segment from my first fully finished novel. Just like that title says I am wanting just opinions and such. Still not sure of title, have...

Chapter 1 (Twelve days after the Pulse) My little town was empty. After the Pulse, most of the seven hundred people of Morrisville had left....

CHAPTER TWO Most of the locals were honest, hard- working individuals who came to Bryson for reasons of their own to seek and build a new life on...

They rode along at an easy pace. The bicycles made their susurrus sound in the quiet morning air. Though it was mid April and usually warm already...

The day the Earth stood still started like any other. Well, the Earth didn’t literally stand still, but everything on it did, so it amounts to the...

Hey guys, its been a while since I done any writing, but thought I'd try and get back to it with a new story. Here's what I've got so far, let me...

Let's try a different approach without the info dump of Plan B. PLAN C CHAPTER ONE Na’Vo leaned against the nose of his air taxi and...

CHAPTER ONE. The new Starry Night, built in 2360 and located on Bryson III, resembled a hundred other bars, on ten different worlds, whose...

I turned left on Shale and found the bakery. It was in a converted fire station, the old kind, from back when fire wagons were pulled by horses. The...

I have my manuscript and history posted on Indiegogo right now. Believe me that this isn't a solicitation for donations! I need an unbiased...

This is the beginning of a short story I'm working on. Thank you for your critiques in advance. One day during the mid 15th Century the...

It was the start of a new day as she woke to the sun shining through her window, hitting her pale face, she squints as she sits up in her bed and...

Part I-In which our hero dies There are a lot of things we don’t remember. I don’t remember my grandmother’s middle name; I don’t remember the...

My new short (maybe novel) deals with disease and death and the narrator is very honest Wondering (beyond the normal critique areas, which I am also...