@headmedincharge: My dark humor biotech dystopia is finally complete at 80k words ❤️ #writertok #BookTok #querying

Kathryn Lujajohnson :

"I watched as the saffron paint trickled down the wall in the same way the rain dripped down the window that night." Please critique! I'm a beginner!

Shop cabinet 📚 :

The first sound was not a cry nor a beg, it was a bell.

Kai | Writer and gremlin :

“Consciousness dragged itself back through me, unrelenting and uneasy, as if some cruel hand had closed around the scruff of my soul and hauled it upward.”

Orely0421 :

On the morning of my Blessing, I forgot to brush my teeth.

Puff :

“Shadows of a pair of dainty feet danced across the moonlit floor. Swaying in time with the gentle breeze leading the dance. Nyxen shuddered, though he’d seen this scene a hundred times before.”

Spa Alchemy :

Oh, that's good. I was immediately intrigued!

Morgan :

Hmm. 🧐 I am actually intrigued after reading this little snippet of your book, and I’m not even usually a big fan of reading dystopian sci-fi.

MJC Studio :

The brisk wind wrapped itself around the castle as the morning sun danced across its ancient walls.

Korry is Authoring 📚 :

My name is Aurora. Just Aurora. Nobody knows that though.

💙Niki💙 :

I’m a magician by trade, not by choice.

Vivi Collins | Fantasy Author :

Snow clung to his boots, heavy as the stone now resting on his father's chest.

Hope Rimmer :

The screen door screeched as it flung open and popped behind her one last time.

TheTattooedGolfer :

“Welcome to the town of Amsberry. A place where no one ever leaves. Of course, no one ever comes here either. You are born here and you die here. There are no exceptions.”

Leather & the Aspiring Author :

Dumb question, as I am going through my first edit of my completed book, do you usually double space them to send them off to agents?

Aloof ᯓ★ :

Regret is a common fear factor that's placed the moment your opportunity takes flight.

Monie 💨 :

Interesting!

Natasha :

She was an earth girl, full of big adventures, toothy smiles, and believed wholeheartedly in folklore and fairytales.

Cat Whitlow🇯🇴🇨🇩🇸🇩 :

NOPE :

I could still smell the faint scent of smoke lingering on my clothes this morning. Although most things were lost in the billowing fire.

TH Wyman | Indie Author :

The phone went into the trash at half past noon, slipping down between the crinkled paper of last night's takeout bag and a week's worth of unopened mail, settling there. I didn't even try to hide it.

Natalie Writes ✍️📚✨ :

Eloise Cardinal hesitated in front of a large wall wrap of Tanisha Somers mid-slide tackle. She checked her watch, hewed her lip, smoothed out the non-existent creases on her blouse, and wondered how on earth she was supposed to save Gorthorpe Football Club.