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Introductions!
Hey everyone - I’m Laura (also known as LC), writer, worldbuilder, and chronic idea-hoarder 😂 I mostly write fantasy/sci-fi/romantasy with big emotions, morally grey characters, and way too much lore. I created this space because writing is better with people who get it. A weird/unique fact about me: I keep my notes app nearby for middle of the night thoughts... and wake up the next morning with sentences like 'the dragon story should be told backwards' and 'show the invention of dreams'. Such useful stuff 😏 Your turn! Reply below with: ✨ name/pen name 📍 where you’re from 📚 what you’re writing 🌀 one weird/fun fact about you Can’t wait to meet you all ✨📖
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Welcome to Writemare! (START HERE)
Well howdy - I’m so glad you’re here 🖤 This is a relaxed, supportive writing club for fantasy, sci-fi, romantasy (and anyone who loves big worlds, big emotions, and great storytelling). Writemare meant to feel like a real writing club - not a course, not a hustle, not a productivity grind. - come share work - get feedback & beta readers - talk plot problems - join writing challenges - gush about characters - do little workshops & prompts - build momentum together - and ultimately... get freakin' nerdy. It’s free on purpose - I wanted something flexible, low-pressure, and genuinely helpful. Show up when you can. Disappear when life gets busy. Come back when inspiration hits again. All welcome here. 👋 A little about me I’m Laura - a hobby writer who loves fantasy, sci-fi, romantasy, big intense emotional arcs, deep characters, and worldbuilding rabbit holes. Like most of you, I juggle writing with life, responsibilities, and about a million ideas at once. I built this because I wanted the kind of community I always wished existed - friendly, creative, real, and not intimidating. 📚 How to get started - Introduce yourself in the pinned 'Introductions!' post in the Announcements channel - Check out the workshops (short & practical) - Jump into feedback swaps when you’re ready - Join events or challenges whenever you feel like it There’s no right way to be here - just participate in whatever feels helpful or fun. I’m really excited to grow this little writing club together. Let’s build worlds, break hearts (fictionally), and finally finish some stories (at least that's what I'm telling myself!). Welcome to Writemare 🖤
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Requests for Feedback: RULES
Hey writers! This channel is for sharing short sections of your work and getting supportive, constructive feedback from other members of the community. ✅ How it works: - Share up to 5k words or less - Let us know what kind of feedback you’d like (plot, pacing, characters, prose, vibes, etc) - Once 3 people have commented saying they’ll read, that post is “full” - lets spread the love around - After you’ve had 3 readers, avoid reposting the same piece so others get a turn. Of course, if people want to read more privately after - totally up to you both! 💛 Community vibes: - Be kind, honest, and constructive - Specific feedback > vague praise - We’re here to help each other level up (Optional but encouraged: try to give feedback on at least one other piece before posting your own) Can’t wait to read your worlds, characters, and stories ✨📖
Sep 15 •
First 500 words of my novel.
Hey everyone, I have been working on improving my prose and I wanted to hear yalls feedback on the first 500 words of my novel. All advice is welcome. Ser Jon Chantlin walks through a thin layer of snow mixed with ash and dry blood. His boots turned the unholy mixture to mush under him. The sent of fire hangs in the air like sweet wine during a spring feast. With a steady eye on Tristane, the High Prince; he takes in the surrounding sight. None of the carnage is new to Jon; neither the sight nor smell of burnt corpses is a matter of disgust for him. Not anymore, at least. Just ahead of him, Prince Tristane stops in his tracks. Ser Jon might be used to this unholy work, but the King’s heir is not. “Bloody hells!” The High Prince says. Picking up his pace to catch up to Tristane, Ser Jon quickly discovers what the Prince is gaping at. Bloody hells! The sight is not exactly new, but Aester be damned if he ever got used to seeing a severed head. Not only the head, every damned limb on the man severed off but pushed back to their natural spots on the body. “Monsters,” Ser Jon whispered to himself. “Best not to look your Highness, we should return to your uncle.” Aester knows I don’t want to look either. “Why?” Tristane blurts out, nearly yelling. “Why would they cut him up and…put him back like this? It makes no sense.” As if sense has anything to do with killing. “I cannot say; I only know that battle turns men to beasts. Now we must return to camp.” Let the footmen deal with the cleanup. “Barbaric,” Tristane says as he shakes his and turns around to face Jon. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. He strides past Jon, back the way they came. Their men were already picking up the dead and loading them into wagons by the dozen. Another thing about killing, their no sense nor honor in it. And Aester knows you will not be honored after it. Stange how peaceful men live peaceful lives and are buried in peace. Men of war get no such comfort even in death. I suppose we don’t deserve it.
Aug 1 •
Intro
Hey! I’m El, I wrote under a pen name, happy to be here and hope to find new ways to boost my writing ! Right now I’m rewriting my book A Greater Fond because I think it could be so much better I’m just struggling on ℎ𝑜𝑤 to make it better. Any advice would be great
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