So um... I scrapped my old novel i was working on and started another. I know this wiki isnt that active but i just need other writers opinions. So here is the prologue to my new book CELESTIALS: Awakening. (I cant believe im asking this but pls dont copy this cos it is MY idea) BTW IT ISNT EDITED YET.

CELESTIALS: Awakening

Prologue

“Bring in the traitor!’’ An armored guard shouted out into the square. All was silent, even the wind had stopped as if it too was holding its breath. A young girl was dragged across the cobblestone floor, her head hanging low, arms limp in defeat. The warden lifted the girl’s chin to face a dark, shrouded figure. The figure stepped fourth, moonlight basking her face in a cold, ghostly glow. Her expression full of evil, malicious, joy. “Noctari of Blackreach! You are gathered here today to celebrate an execution of a traitor.’’ She spat the last word as if it had dirtied her tongue. Still keeping that smile she adjusted her crown of spiraled stars and summoned a warden to come forward.

The warden stepped into the light, with authoritative power noticeable in every step. His head was held high, velvet cloak swaying in an unseen breeze. He angled his palm to the ground, with a crack and a rumble of earth, a black abyss stretched out towards the girl. She straightened up trying to show no fear to the other, she took a deep breath knowing it may be her last.

“Astraea!’’ A voice screamed out, the girl whipped her head around at the sound of her name. A boy, around her age, sprinted forward. With a flick of his palm the chain around Astraea’s hands cracked and fell, seizing the opportunity she ran into the crowd, glancing behind her for the wardens to follow, but they did not…

She had turned just in time to see the boy who’d helped her get freedom being cornered by the wardens, he gave a glace of sorrow and love to Astraea before leaping into the abyss… A death sentence…No, a sacrifice…

“Eryx!” Astraea yelled, voice choked with raw emotion. Her heart felt as if it had been wrenched from her chest with iron talons of pain. Tears streaked down her face and the pain was soon replaced with anger, hot and burning.

She tore off, sprinting down alleys and roads as the wardens gave chase. She leaped over fenced walls like nothing, glancing back she realized they were still racing after her. Letting out a small grumble of annoyance she ran toward the Forest. She halted in front of the twisting and blackened trees ahead. She then turned to face the wardens, a small smile etching across her face.

A blast of blinding light screamed from her palm, forming an iridescent saber made of intertwined stars and constellations. She sprinted forward, plunging the weapon into the warden’s chest with no hesitation. The sound of metal on metal roared out into the night. Astrea slashed and cut through them as if they were nothing, wiping their blood from her hand.

She looked around for the other wardens; none remained apart from one… The velvet cloaked figure lunged forward his sword colliding with hers, she twisted it, he parried the blow. “Met your match?” he snarled with a grin. She smiled back; her saber faltered before slipping into a rope of twisting and woven flames. He paused, stunned, he stumbled back his eyes wide with fear.

“Scared?” She laughed at him leaping forward and twisting the rope round his neck, gripping and scraping at his neck he collapsed to the ground, without stopping for mercy she jerked his head to one side. With a small crack he lay dead on the ground.

Gaining her breath back she turned running into the forest, not looking back this time.

She fell to her knees sobbing as the pain of Eryx’s death hit her like a stab in the heart. Her thoughts spun, was his death her fault? But more importantly the fact that, her brother was dead…

Below, I put the first two paragraphs of the prologue for the story I'm working on. I really need someone to tell me if they're too long or unclear.

Gods love full moons. Which is odd since they supposedly isn’t a god of the moon. There tends to be something different about their demeanor when the moon is whole and bright. Their love of the phenomenon is why Oie, the god of benevolence, started dreaming up life under a full moon and created it under one. It's why a demigod died the same day a new goddess was born. It's why it’s the best night to die on; the night Serder is most merciful.

Mortals care less for full moons, but they still take note when something interesting happens under one. After all, many interesting things do happen on those special nights. A boy was born on one and many years later a friendship would spark between that boy and a goddess on one. The boy’s little brother was born on one as well, though he didn’t have any friends, only his brother. Many other things happened under full moons, coincidentally on the same night; a knight lost his memory, an ogre was banished, a witch’s lies caught up with her, a library burned down, an archer shot the wrong direction, a pair of siblings ran away, a worn out college student met a god and found herself in a different world, and the boys we mentioned earlier? Well, one died. 

His name was Sam and the gods wanted to meet him.

I started the story in late 2024. It started as episodic, but then I stopped because I realized serialization worked better for what I was going for. I completed two episodes of this version.

The second version was written over the summer of 2025. It was meant to be a huge saga with several books, but then I quit because I realized that I don't actually care about this story. I stopped at Episode 12 out of 8146729587404.

For the third version, I took a concept I cared about from version #2 and made that the focus. I wrote four episodes and stopped writing in September because it was garbage.

I wrote the forth version during the winter. I forced myself to finish this one because after all I went through, I want a book on my shelf and not another unfinished document taking up space. I succeeded and finished the story with 11 episodes.

The fifth version is the same story as the previous one, but more lighthearted. The drama was good in version #4, but when the subplot is even more dramatic than the main plot, it makes all the drama look normalized rather than shocking.

I'm currently working on version #5 and got half a dozen episodes completed. After quitting and restarting multiple times, I think this is the version of the story that I care about most.

Sorry for the long post. I just had to vent for a few minutes! XD

The day after you take your life will be like any other

Your alarm will go off at 6:00 am

Like it always does

Your friends  will text you about the new gossip 

Like they always do

Your friends will go to class 

When they see that you're not there 

They will text you asking if you're sick

Then, when you don't answer, they'll call you 

When you don't answer their calls

Because you can't 

They'll ride their bikes to your house

But your parent will tell them that you ran away again

They'll go home assuming just they

That you ran away

This will go on for a week, over and over 

Your parents will keep up this lie

They will pretend that they are sad

But they're not

they'll be happy

Happy that you're gone 

Because they never loved you

They won't even open the door to your room

Where your clothes lie on the floor 

Where the spirit you drank is starting to get moldy 

Where you lie\

There on the floor 

Dead

But no one will care 

Not your friends 

Not your brother

Not your mom or dad

Not your teachers

Not the bus driver

No one

Because why would they 

You were who they said you were

A spoiled, useless piece of trash.

Hi! I'm Incredible and I used to write fanfictions and now switched to original stories. I didn't know this wiki existed else I would have joined a long time ago!

I really hope that you will enjoy my stories and that we can be friends! Thank you for reading! Nice to meet you everyone<33

I'm fine with people trashing on my old fanfictions, but I feel extra sensitive when it's an original creation that I spent years with.

Does anyone else relate?

I'm making my book more accessible in the following ways:

Double line spacing

Size 14 font

Large chapter text (size 28 or size 30)

Softer colours

This is to help people with dyslexia, or with difficult visual processing.

However, if i was to put all the characters and places at the start of the book before the story + chapters begin, is it called an introduction or does it have a different name?

Hello I'm new, I usually go on just write fanfic for my fav books and stuff but I rarely post them...Them someone said 'oh why dont u find a comunity of writers.' and i was like 'I don't think that exsists...' but it does...I like writing even though im not the best and I rely on autocorrect way too much...I write dystopian and fantasy kind of things, I also do poems...I'm in the middle of a book but idk if i should post a chapter if u would like to see it just ask [i need constructive critisism...] Anyways, bye.

Chapter VIII: Chess is out. Go read it, maybe? :)

When writing dialogue is there a key difference between writing it as this:

"This is an example!" The author spoke loudly.

"Here's another example!" The author replied.

Vs this:

"Is this better?"

"No!"

Is there an obvious difference to reader or is it easier for a certain way. I always thought doing it like the top was easier especially for those with reading conditions such as dyslexia, so there's a clear transition between the persons speech.

What are you thoughts?

I am Chrome, I write dystopian, thrillers, fantasy, and fan fiction.

If you have wattpad, you can see some of my older works at Chrome_Chrome.

I was wondering if I could ask a few questions that y’all could help me with?

The plot of my story is about how a musician went missing, and the mc uncovers the mystery of how the musician published a song while being “ missing “.

The mc meets this dude, and they end up solving the mystery together, though the mc doesn’t want to continue— after things get a “ little too real “. The dude she was working with manipulates her into continuing.

Why does the dude want to help the mc solve the mystery?

Why does he manipulate the mc?

I have a strict routine to follow however once I've finished my daily commitments I don't have the energy to sit and write.

The past few weeks have been difficult and I can't seem to find the words in my head like I used to.

I know I'm stressed with other things and my disability doesn't help me much either however I can't seem to get my head together to perfectly space everything out throughout the day so I still have time and energy to write.

Any advice please?

Hi! I'd like to introduce myself! I'm Tug, like my username says lol, and I've been writing and creating stories my whole life. I started taking it seriously and started posting these stories online back in 2018, which is also the same year I joined Fandom! I like to code and draw too!

My current stories are:

Desdemona - A story about a young knight named Ari tasked to go look for her best friend, Arran, who ran away. It gets darker as the story goes on. The first chapter is up and there's nothing explicit in it yet so feel free to read it! But I will be putting warning for chapters or even posting edited chapters instead in the future if there is explicit content.

Menhitia's Child - I've been working on this story for 10 years (since 2015!) and it started off as an animal jam fanfiction lol but I finally made it into an original story just last year. It follows a run away wolf, Jack, who is prince of Calliare and he joins his uncle, Junior, in the woods. There, he's trained to channel his powers and gain strength. But he's soon forced to help his uncle free the goddess Menhitia from her prison in the woods. It does have the chosen one trope but the chosen one is Junior, not Jack. Hopefully it's not too cringe but then again I made this in 2015 loll but i was edgy back then so it had gore but now not as much so i'd put this in the moderate tag. Haven't posted it here yet because I'm working on rewriting it. I had it written down back in 2020-2022 so it's quite old and very bad lol

Eudiamonia - Slice of life story revolving around the characters from Desdemona. Nothing much else to say :p

I am not a good writer

Harry Potter

- book series

- three friends

- boarding school

- Scotland

- magic abilities

- MC defeats evil

- murdered parent (one of them)

My Little Pony

- magic elements

- someone struggling to adapt

- one has the ability for greater things she'll later find out

Unicorn Academy (series)

- magic powers

- boarding school

- a journey

- fighting evil

Lego Friends

- friendship

- adventures

And there's a few more too but those are the major ones. I've used different bits from each and changed them to fit my storyline.

Im KaiaCrazyKiza, better known as Kiza, Kai, and Kaia to many.

I just need some positive criticism & opinions on what I have written for a Shadow Milk x Pure Vanilla fanfic I'm writing on wattpad!

This is a draft for chapter one, so it's no completely finished:P

This is also very OOC for characters in the CRK game, I'm not good at writing fandom characters--

"Let me be your friend."

Shadow Milk Cookie let out a growl to himself. Friend? FRIEND?!

He didn't need a friend! He- he had two minions.. okay maybe they weren't really 'friends', but...

That still counted for something, right? He.. he wasn't lonely. He wasn't...

Why did he keep lying to himself?

Of course, he was lonely... of course, he wanted a friend!

Stuck in that... God danm tree for who knows how long. To be free, do what he was meant to do... then have that...

Wretched Pure Vanilla Cookie suggests being 'friends'?!

Hah! Well, that's not how being a beast cookie works!

"Master Shadow Milk?" The voice rang into the cookie's ears. Pricking his head up, he looked over.

Putting on his normal 'Mischievous-and-plotting' grin.

"Black Sapphire!" He hummed out, "What brings ya' here?"

Shadow Milk watched as Black Sapphire Cookie blinked at him. He tapped one of his nails on the wooden desk, waiting impatiently.

"I'm waiting." He hissed out. Black Sapphire cleared his throat and spoke.

"Me and Candy Apple Cookie found signs of.. the ancients near--"

"WHAT?!" Shadow Milk snarled. They were still HERE and NEARBY?! They should have left! How did they--

Pure Vanilla.

The beast cookie's eyes narrowed, staring sharply out of a window. He hissed lowly. Of course, Pure Vanilla would find a way to find him...

The cookie scoffed. He was in no shape or had enough strength, to fight the ancients...

"Lock the place down," he instructed, "Send out the Shadow Wolves. It'll keep them distracted for a good enough time."

Black Sapphire was about to respond, though dipped his head, and went off to do as he was told.

Shadow Milk frowned, a feeling of frustration coming to him. Why did that.. nuscience has to somehow find him. How...

His jaw stiffened, hands clenching the front edge of the desk. That wretched cookie thinks he can offer friendship, and then find him again?

That...

Breath. Idiot. Breath.

He silently scolded himself, rubbing the back of his neck. He sighed. Staring out of the window.

Stars lightly glittered in the sky. It was a clear night out. No rain--thankfully--so.. maybe he could take a break.

The cookie floated over to the window, opening it. With a grunt, he staggered out, and onto the roof.

Shadow Milk leaned back, shifting to the side.

Staring silently at the stars, he traced constellations he recognized with his finger.

Gemini, Canis Minor, Lynx, Auriga...

He liked stars.

Ever since Silent Salt Cookie and Mystic Flower introduced him to astronomy...

Silent Salt.

He remembered Silent Salt. The quiet, overall calm, Cookie. Er.. before the corruption.

Now.. he doesn't know. He hadn't seen Silent Salt in forever...

Ever since the corruption took effect on Silent Salt and the others.. they barely interacted.

Hopefully Silent Salt was okay. He missed his fellow cookie.

Why are you this worried? You shouldn't care this much!

Shadow Milk mentally cursed at himself, burying his face in his hands. Curling up into a small, loose ball. A choked cry came out of his throat.

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@Both my pings are blocked T-T

I know it varies on author but I have 6 unfinished drafts, I'm working in my 7th and hoping it's the first one with an ending. This time around I have more and more vision and notes and a reasonable idea. But I still feel like I need to work on sections more, so still a few more drafts to go.