😂 I feel like everyone needs to comment their prettiest sentences just so Ana can obsess over them, so here goes: “a huge silk ribbon the color of the brightest sky twisting and pulling across the green fabric of the grasslands.” “Like she was drowning in all the memories, the hugs and stories and picnics under the trees and bright blue sky, the goodnight kisses and days Karina spent following her mother and father, wanting nothing more to do exactly whatever they were doing.” “flames stained the sky” 😂 I really wanna hear yours so I figured I’d start!!!
ahhh!! your gonna make me scream and cry and roll on the floor like the obsessive person i am - BECAUSE OMGGG! 'flames stained the sky'?! i adoree ahh. this should become a video, surely. haha
“Her eyes were deep and velvety like dark chocolate; her long hair was a glossy dark brown, hanging in choppy layers around her shoulders, face and upper back. Her skin glowed golden like the sun with almost unnoticeable freckles peppering her nose. Her plump lips were the colour of plums.” -A description of one of my oc’s
okay so I just wanted to add mine… just cuz. I don’t expect you to react to it or anyone to respond I just want it to be out there :) Dasies. They’ve always been my favorite flower. Always have been, always will be. And yes, they’re pretty. Yes, they smell like my mother’s old perfume that I still have locked inside my box. But most of all, they’re the name of my best friend who will stay in my heart forever, but I may never get the chance to see her again. This is the story of how I lost my parents, my friend, my life. This is the story of how I moved across the country, to start my new life fresh, throwing back all the past memories and regrets. “You need to leave,” he hissed at me, “Now. Emma!” Tears held back, I gathered up the strength to leave the house that I’ve spent the last fifteen years of my life in. All the memories, good and bad, leave with me. I stumble through the living room and make my way out the back door. Police are screaming through the front door, telling my parents to get out before the consequence is worse. My parents aren’t bad people. I mean, they can be, but overall they treat me well and give me everything I need. It was just a mistake, that’s what I try to tell myself. They didn’t want to do it… I think. I hope. Maybe they can explain to the cops. Maybe this can all be pushed away, forgotten, and we can live like a normal family in L.A. would.
I have a video idea if you'll ever need one: You could maybe show us how you made your book cover! I do have one but it's not perfect yet and I was wondering how you made it!
Thank you for the uplifting reaction, I was so happy when you read my paragraph on Nightwalkers. ( the line of the clouds stitching in the sky has a meaning which has to do with the main character)
this needs to be like a regular series on you channel where you read things and fangirl and give feedback!! mostly because it makes me inspired and I ALWAYS miss the community posts😢
Hi Ana! It's Maddie. AAH! I can't believe that I made it into the video! Thank you so much for speaking so highly of my work. I really love writing and love sharing it with others. Honestly, this was a school project but I let my fingers type as much as I wanted to. I loved the storyline so much I just didn't want it to end. I thought, "Ok, maybe if this video goes up before the project is due I can get help with a name and you always has such helpful advice." I came up with a name but I will include the story here. It's a bit long but we all love being sucked into a piece of writing right? I hope you enjoy! I tried adding it but it was too long so I will summarize. A girl is in an Indian city and Ravi gets attacked by some spies sent from Laos. Laos launches an attack on the city in the middle of the night and the story is about how she overcomes that obstacle in her life. (FYI this project was not supposed to be this long but my teacher gave us writing freedom!) Also, I just want to share this story. I ordered a whole bunch of crochet stuff and I brought it to school to keep me busy during indoor recesses. I was making my grandma a green pin cushion (she loses her sewing needles and really loves it). as I was making it, I was listening to project BB and it is amazing!!!!! I wanted to turn the page and read more. I hope that you have a nice evening, Maddie
@@ananeu omg! I totally will! Sorry I took so long to respond. I have so much schoolwork. I have 11 days left or something like that. Everyone loves my grandma. She is just the kindest soul. And you are too. I am so glad I found you because if I didn’t my life would suck without writing so thank you so much! Gratitude always, Maddie
This is My FAVE part of my book right now, because of how intense it is: For the last time, let me make this perfectly clear: I will not give you the satisfaction of knowing where she is or revealing her true identity. If you kill me, you’ll still be left in the dark-she’ll remain hidden, and you’ll never find her. I swear on my own life, I’d rather face death than betray her trust. You think threats and violence will make me talk? You’re mistaken. Every moment I stand here, I’m reminded of the sacrifices I’ve made to protect her. I’d rather endure the worst you can inflict than see her put in danger because of me. So go ahead-do your worst. Just know this: your attempts to break me will only strengthen my resolve to keep her safe.
Thank you so much ,it means a lot! It makes me so happy that you got to read it and you like it. I'm working on figuring out first or third person pov so it's been a bit of an experiment so far
I'm writing my first dark fantasy book. "The Outlawed Child" this titled may not be the official title. But I would to send my first page of chapter one.
This a little bit of my current wip. Its a mystery about a girl with a missing brother it is also a romance. Chapter 1 June 16, 2023 3:20 p.m. I have no idea what Ms. Booker is saying. I am not really trying to listen in the first place. My head is killing me. I have the worst migraine ever! I lay my head on my desk and stare at the ever so slowly ticking clock. It is the last day of school this year and I just wanna leave this hell. This next week is going to suck Monday is going to mark eight years since Cayden disappeared. Eight whole years of hell and most likely more to come. Hopefully I will get to go home for a visit this summer. I have lived in Nashville Tennessee for seven and a half years, but this place is not my home. My only home is in Michigan with my friends. I call them all the time but it's not the same. I don't have friends here. For some reason everyone hates me. You might think I am exaggerating but I’m not. Not one of the people in this school have even tried to be friends with me. Why? I don’t know. I don’t even think they know why. When I first came to this school the first people I met were Asher Dolen, Bowie Jameson and Anderson Rhodes (aka Red). Red is your stereotypical cool kid. I met him and he immediately decided to hate me, and let me tell you. When Red hates someone everyone hates that person. Everybody rallies around him as if he is some sort of celebrity. Especially the girls. I swear every single one is in love with him for some reason. I mean he is pretty but not extraordinary. Even the nice kids don’t acknowledge me because they don’t want to get on Red’s bad side. I mean I don’t blame them. If I had the choice I definitely wouldn’t. Bowie and Asher are his best friends. Asher is just like Red, a jerk, but Bowie? Bowie is odd. He seems nice. He even tries to defend me sometimes but discreetly so that Red doesn’t realize that he is. He has talked to me nicely a few times. I don’t know why he is so close to Red and Asher, but he is too nice of a guy to be hanging around with them. I shift my eyes to the clock and it reads 3:29 and the bell rings one minute later. the sounds of chatter and screeching chairs arupt making my head pound worse than it was before. I have started getting migraines two or three times a week along with severe nausea. I let my head fall into my hands while I rest my elbows on the table waiting for everyone to leave the room. Once they do I touch my feet to the ground and stand up from my chair. I grab my books off of my desk and begin to walk to the door. “Myla?” Ms. Booker’s voice rings back and forth from ear to ear. “Myla honey. Are you okay? You look really pale.” I turn my head from the door to her desk, and my head throbs. Everything begins to blur. My arms feel like jello. I feel the books slide out from my fingers and they hit the floor. It feels like everything is going in slow motion when I see Ms. Booker as she gets up from her desk. “Myla? What’s wrong?” I just stare at her blurred face. I open my mouth to reply but the words won't come out. “Bowie. Go get the nurse!” I whip my head around to blurily see Bowie nod his head and run out the door. I didn’t know he was in here. I saw him leave before I got up. “Myla sit down hun.” She says but before I can my legs give way and everything goes black.
Ok so this is late and really long. It’s my fist tome actually writing down a scene in this epic novel I’m writing. Hope you enjoy: He had never seen so many Lowborns in one place. Heck, he had never had so much wine before in one night. Lucelenece knew that tonight was the Feast of Stars and he should be there. She loved tonight. She had been starlight in Lowborn form. Cyarán’s nickname suited her well. Cyarán. He couldn’t bear the thought of his friend decaying back home. What would he be doing tonight anyway? It wouldn’t have surprised Lucelenece in the slightest of Cyarán didn’t even go back to the Night Mirror for the rest of eternity. He had chosen to stay away from Twinebronze and Claybrook. He didn’t want to see Yavaine, and besides, her family had no way of knowing anything that transpired over the past several weeks. He decided to keep it that way. Being in this small town of Mossgrove, Lucelenece thought to keep himself distracted from his thoughts. But no matter how many people surrounded his environment, how much laughter and music filled his ears, how much wine he drank, he couldn’t get the sight, sound, and taste of her away from him. He seemed to see her soul, pure white with a hint of sapphire, standing in the midst of the dancing Lowborns. Staring at him. Haunting him. Lucelenece took another long drink of the red wine. But the more he drank, the more he tasted her lavender and vanilla to the point of intoxication. Every note that flooded his hearing seemed to be her voice calling his name, mixed with her dying breath. He had to get out of here. Stumbling out the small hall, one-fourth the size of the one in Twinebronze, Lucelenece was the lone Highborn walking in the snow as it slowly drifted down, the moonlight casting shadows everywhere. Even outside, he couldn’t get solitude. The moonlight was her skin, the shadows the pitiful circles under her eyes. The frozen wind through the dead trees, her crying after having kissed him. She kissed him. She kissed him. Even if it was an act of revenge against her husband whom she adored to the very end, Lucelenece would consider it the greatest, happiest three seconds of his life. He didn’t bother warming himself, he wanted to feel the cold. Was she cold? Did they even have fluctuating temperatures in the Realm? He prayed to the Unicorn she wasn’t. She didn’t deserve that. She didn’t deserve any of this. Lucelenece walked for a couple of hours, his wine long gone. He hadn’t noticed that he arrived at the Aveth River until he stood at it’s bank. There was absolutely no other soul around but him. Him and her, of course. His empty emerald eyes gazed into the rushing water. Emerald stared back. He frowned a little. What was that? That splinter of green shining in the moonlight? Without giving a thought about the freezing water, he stepped down into it and dove. He felt more than saw his way at the river’s bottom, his nails digging through the mud. After resurfacing and being back on the shore of Helndgrous, Lucelenece looked at his prize. A very large emerald necklace, made rough by the mud, and a bracelet, the links made of the same solid gem. His mournful mind told him it was a sign from her, a last goodbye from her soul in the eternal Realm to him in the barren winter. He clutched these treasures to his chest, allowing his tears to fall once more and sobbed to the moon.
Hi Ana! I know I’m late but I really want you to read my first few paragraphs of my book that I’m working on! So here it is! My mother named me Morana, after a Slavic Goddess of winter and death. My mother was a poor and widowed women and spent most of her little money on my fortune. She was told I would become so sick it would be a painful and slow death, I would have have to be placed in the winter snow, which would kill me almost instantly. My mother was hesitant but didn’t want me to be in pain, so she agreed and when she was told the age of which she would need to do so, she sobbed. She sobbed so hard she began to shake whilst I cried. 6. Not six years of age, but six months. She has to kill me at such a ripe and tender age. To be continued…… I really hope you enjoy reading it!
hello! i really enjoy your content and wanted to upload the last paragraph of my vinished novel here! i love your writing and i just wanted to get feedbackon the ending of my story! and thank you if you do read this! And he held onto robollys hand as they watched the meteors fly by,telling everyone they should make a wish as well. And choose over the perfect life where they would be immortal ,and wish instead to live life to its fullest and make friends and find love, to sometimes lose them but get up afterwards. To live life and not wish to live more than one. Auxerre let out a sigh and galanced towards robolly,who stared up into the sky. He saw her smile and he smiled as well. he would stay here forever and never let this memory get wiped away. And then he kissed her hand. And she looked at him and her eyes glimmered. The world stayed, the rest of their lives moved on, the memories were made,but unfortunately the story ended. but it's not a goodbye as there will be more, a new story shall begin. He knew it. this is not the end,just the end of a chapter in a book. so let it move on… The end thanks again if you do read this! this book took me a while to finish and i really just want some feedback about the last paragraph of the last chapter! thxs agin and good luck with future content,Ana!!!
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I know this vid is from a year ago but i wanted to share the opening to my book! Synchronized footsteps echoed on the clean ebony coloured floor. It was always clean, no speck of dust ever. Newly polished black shoes walked the halls with the owners that bore them in rows of four. The walls which ran tall slowly sloped into a curve to make the ceilings look way bigger than they actually were. The windows let rays of sunlight through that lit up the floor from behind the maroon coloured curtains tied with golden loops of silk. Neatly dressed girls of all ages stopped after another as doors to the grande hall opened for a assembly
I wake up and I'm breathing hard. This isn't my room. My stare goes straight to the door when someone opens it and yeah the people that walk in have tails suddenly one of them speaks ¨how did you get here ̈ ¨I woke up here¨ and if they think I'm lying I don't give a shit one of the guys whispers to someone but I can't make out what they said JUST A DRAFT PROB GOING TO CHANGE IT IDK
first paragraph of the first chapter of The Academy For Monster Hunters (hope you enjoy) Everything has to change at some point, right? That's what I was thinking on the ride to my new school. Or should I say prison. Well at least it sounded like it when the police told my parents to send mr there. Why the police said that I'd rather not tell, but long story short I did something "bad" and if I didn't want to go to jail I'd have to attend a school for problem children. Now I was standing in the back seat of my red family car trying to hold my tears in. I didn't usually cry but I didn't want to leave my home for five years. And yes, this is how long it takes until I "graduate." I didn't want to leave my home, my friends, my life. And worst off all you didn't have a summer break so you can't go home before those five years ended. My mother turned around to face me. She had the same chocolate brown hair as me, same nose, same mouth. Only the eyes were different. She had pretty hazel eyes, and I had dark blue eyes like the night sky. "Stop being so depresed Bellatrix." my mother said. "Would you have rather gone to prison." It wasn't a question. "No i wouldn't." i almost growled. "And it's Bella, not Bellatrix." I had always hated my name. Why did it have to be so fancy? Why couldn't it be something simple? "Whatever. When we get there I want you to be on your best behavior, understand?" mom said. "Yes, I understand.'" You know maybe going to that school will be better than staying with my parents. Not the end of the paragraph but it got too long. Also this is the first book in a fantesy series
AAAH im lowkey freaking out that you read it !! thank you so much for the positive feedback and i feel like that wasn’t really my best work, so if you ever do this again i might try to find a better paragraph LOL tysm again for this 💖💖 you’re my fav writing ytber and its crazy to hear you read something that I wrote
I was to late for this but I just want to see if you have any suggestions for my first paragraph I walked through the forest using the normal path. I stumbled upon an abandoned graveyard but it looked just like the one down the road. “Wha-what the” trembling on my words as the crisp cold air ran down my back. “This can't be real” “Oh yes it is,” said a little girl with pigtails standing in front of me.
Which post should I submit on? I’d really love to here your feedback I have never written anything really before like this so I would like to know how I did.
I would love to join this! How can I show you may work? Also, i love these videos. Its so fun to see you with your reactions and helpful notes. Im aspiring to be an authortuber too!
(This is one of the books im currently working on-- it's just the beginning) "Give me the map, or I’m gonna kill ya’.” He couldn’t be any older than eighteen, I thought, my eyes resting on the shaggy-haired brunette. And none of them could be older than twenty-five. They were dressed to the part, yes. They had the swords and guns, which were currently pointed at my face, and the dastardly strong scent of men that made my nose itch. However, I couldn’t help but scoff, laughing at the rough, threatening men. They weren’t pirates. They were playing dress up. “Alrighty, go on,” I encouraged, making sure to look each of the men in the eyes. I felt as though it was a game, really. Without me, the map would be useless anyways. “After you shoot me, you can shove that gun up your ass. Maybe you’ll find your head up there too.” I was looking at a certain boy, a darker one than the others. His hair was shorter than the rest, dark, but not as dark as the Captain’s hair, which was a deep black. My words were responded with a kick to the side by the one with long ash-blond hair, and I heaved in pain.
AHHH so much fun to watch!! Here's some of my story (Its not the first chapter bc the first chapter is lowkey kinda boring and I'm redoing it probably lol) "I flipped my head around quickly after I felt the tap on my shoulder. I was looking at a girl around my age, with light brown hair, green eyes, and a dark gray jacket that looked like she was about to go to a business meeting. She smiled at me. "Hii! I'm Eleanor. We go to the same school?" I stared at her for a minute before coming to my senses. "Oh, uh, hi." She stuck out her hand and I shook it. She sat down next to me, and set her coffee and láptōp down. "Are you a writer too?" I asked her, sipping my hot chocolate. "Yup," She said. "I'm writing a book about a fictional kingdom. What are you writing?" I felt my cheeks turn red, and replied with, "Oh, you know, just- about a school." I wasn't about to tell this girl I knew for 1 minute what my work of art was. We talked and worked until it was around lunchtime. I packed my stuff up and was about to leave when Eleanor asked, "Where are you going?" "To get lunch, then the library. Wanna come with?" I said. She nodded and smiled. We went next door to order our lunch- two cheesburgers with fries- and we ate it on the way to the library. Once we got there, we compared our favorite books and talked about random things- school, our latest reads, friend drama. It wasn't until a while later Eleanor looked up at a girl our age and said, "Hey Gwen!" I knew this girl instantly. We shared most of our classes at school and shared a lunch table. We were friends, but not FRIEND friends. Like, I would never tell her the things I would tell my best friend, Luke, but I would talk to her at lunch and in corridors. She had green eyes, short wavy red hair, and a cottagecore dress on. She smiled at us. "Hi Eleanor, hi Annabelle! I was just coming in here to pick up a book." "Do you want to hang out for a minute?" Eleanor asked. "Sure!" Gwen said. We hung out for a bit, continuing out conversations about school and friends. Around 2 o'clock we all said goodbye, Gwen leaving for dance class, Eleanor leaving for piano lessons, and me leaving for some excuse I came up with that I don't remember. I was about to leave, but as I was walking, I almost tripped on a book that was left on the ground. It was glowing magenta, and didn't seem to have a library tag. It wasn't in the best shape- the leather cover was ripped in the corners and the binding looked damaged. The back of it had 3 keyholes, in the colors red, gold, and black. I shoved it into my bag, and left the library quickly."
the writing in this video was too beautiful to fathom figured i'd leave something of my own, even if it's a bit long.. We wait in the car for Marco to get dressed and pack a quick bag, which-considering he said he couldn’t stay long-I find odd, but Lucy gives it a once-over and then looks back up. “Ready?” “Ready. You follow my lead, okay?” he says, and I’m surprised when I see him looking at me. I nod slowly. “Er… okay.” We get out of the car and follow him to, of all places, the phone booth in front of his house-that one that my mother-in-law never wanted to get rid of. And I kid you not, Marco shoulders his bag, gets inside, closes the door… and disappears. Lucy’s biting her nails, and I slap her hand away. “Knock it off,” I hiss. Even in the most surreal of times, parenting duties are not to be neglected. Then I look back to the phone booth, and Lucy gives me a small-if not slightly nervous-smile. “Want to go together?” I nod, though I have no idea where we’re going. Following Marco, presumably. She reaches over, taking my hand, and leads me to the phonebooth. “One…” We step inside. “Two…” She scoots between me and the back wall. Together, we say, “Three,” and she closes the door. It's dark for a moment, like I blinked, though I’m sure I didn’t. Then I’m standing on a floating cement platform, in the cold, in front of a giant castle… with my nephew standing in front of us, hand on his hip. “Took you long enough,” he grumbles, turning towards the castle, Lucy quick to follow. “Welcome to the Realms, Greta. Follow me.”
I seriously want to hurry up and finish making my main characters at least for my story so I can start writing. I really want to see what people think of the idea I have
I just want to add mine because why not :) Both are completely different stories and (yes I am that type of writer to have 500 uncompleted stories.) Queen of the Ivory Thorns: The icy winter air surrounded the empty vast city Oxulara, in the south-east region of Iasenara. Empty houses laid across the snow, empty silence ringing in each and every one of them. Broken glass and wood chips scattered the delicate pure white snow, the glass blending in to the blizzard. Dead bodies dispersed across the barren land, blood staining the snow causing most of the snow to become a colour of blood red. A trail of blood led to a sword made from pure silver, the handle having carved roses with thorns wrapped around the hilt making a beautiful art piece. Love is a bitch: I’ve always thought of rain as stages of a lifetime. The start is the sun, where the future seems bright, and your current state is in bliss. Then the drops start to form and are let loose from the clouds causing small steps of chaos, in your normal sunny life. It turns into a patter leading into a more depressing situation until eventually your life turns completely unstable and becomes a thunderstorm. I went through the thunderstorm three years ago, but no matter the years, the thunderstorm hasn’t passed, and the sun hasn’t risen. Life feels just as hollow as the day of the incident. There was blood, it was dark, it was horrid. I was 13. Someone please tell me how it is because I feel like it's so bad 😭
uhhhmmm this is a paragraph from my chapter four, idk if this is the right place to share this but im kinda proud of this part hehe :)))) Thomas felt like the elephant in the room-or-the human in the room. The room grew quieter as Thomas stiffly exited the elevator, quickly fumbling with the bracelet on his wrist. Slowly he switched his form into an owl, feeling the eyes of all the other animal burn into his feathers. Thomas felt the changes again-everything grew even louder and he could sense every detail of every movement. The whispers became jumbled and he couldn’t sense any specific words, but he heard every single voice. And opening his eyes was still a shock the second time. Thomas felt paws thumping under his feet. The vibration echoed through the floor, and soon, he heard the animal panting loudly, like it was standing next to him. Desperately he brought his wings to his ears, squeezing his eyes shut in an attempt to muffle the sound. But it only got louder. “Oh, there you are!” Skylar’s voice boomed through his head and Thomas felt his skull shake as she talked. “I was looking everywhere for you! C’mon, the cafeteria opens soon." Thomas nodded stiffly and opened his eyes, his vision met with a paw the size of his head. He looked up to see a juvenile wolf looming in front of him-Skylar. Her ears were fanned out to the side and her tail swished back and forth behind her. “Well? You coming?” “Oh- yeah, I’m coming,” muttered Thomas, beginning to waddle behind Skylar. Immediately he heard giggling from all around him-it was like they were cackling straight into his eardrums. “Uh-..” Skylar huffed. “Aren’t you gonna.. y’know.. fly?” Thomas felt his face burn. “Uhm.. yeah! Yeah- of course! Flying! The thing I.. can definitely do. Because... I’m an.. I’m an owl. Skylar stared down at him, raising an eyebrow. “You can’t fly, can you?” Thomas heard the giggling get louder and his face flushed. “Don’t say it so loud!”
Hello! It's me, Suzie(not my real name)! And I have come here in search for validation! Here's not the first, but last paragraph of my ongoing novel! If you don't like gay, too bad for you! Hope you like it!
A little something I wrote over the holidays: Crystal-lined masks greeted me to the dance floor, and I felt awestruck at the sight of the vast, Victorian styled ballroom. Thin strips of gold aligned across the smooth, white, marbled floor creating a crisscross pattern, and the very few lights bounced from mask to mask. My own mask shone a brilliant white when the lights hit me just the right time, as I twirled and spun through the room. Finishing with a curtsy, people clapped around me, and some held their drinks up into the air. I walked away, hoping to lose attraction from the crowd. I searched around the ballroom for that one familiar face. There my target was, standing amongst the crowd in the dim light. He noticed that I had been staring at him, giving a short and sweet wink. Then, he proceeded to spike once again another drink in someone’s hand. Are you kidding me? You’ve got to be slicker than that. It wasn’t surprising coming from him, though. It wasn’t surprising coming from anyone. It was too much of an overly used thing to do, that I was concerned it was the only thing everyone were taught in their clan. Without a second thought, I held my bow in both my hands, aiming directly at him. Then, my fingers ever so lightly lifted from the string, and the arrow swiftly made its entrance. As it made a perfect arc, much more graceful than any of the dancers there that night, my lips formed into a delightful smile. It landed with a dull thunk, right between his twinkling eyes, and he fell with a frozen smirk and arms open. A steady trickle of blood was carving a path down his chiselled and handsome face, seeping into the ivory white collar of his form fitting tux. I ran towards the exit, stopping right at the doors and looking back. My mother’s laughter rang in my ear, her faint claps absorbing me in a whirlwind. “Great performance, just like how you’ve been taught”. Winking won’t save you, not if it’s me you’re up against.
Little late but...here's something I may add to my novel I'm currently plotting. "Mila!" He yelled, dashing towards me. I ignored him and kept walking down the dock. "Mila!" He yelled after me once more, grabbing my wrist. I swiped my hand away from him. "Don't touch me." I demanded. I could see the guilt. The pain and misery in his eyes, but I shoved my feelings aside. "Mila, dearie. I'm sorry I just...wanted to protect you." He vowed. "No, no Mal. You don't want to protect me. You're just using me as an excuse. You're using me to make an excuse for your unspeakable actions." I stated. "Excuse?" He asked, puzzled and confused. "No, no Mila. I just wanted to..." "Don't!" I interrupted. "I have tried and tried to keep you away from the darkness and distract you with love and pleasure, but you keep going back! You know everything about me and I don't even know a thing about your past." I cried. His eyes widened. "Mila, I'm sorry. I promise if we go back to the ship and talk..." I cut him off again. "That's what you said the last fifty times and you always distract me with making out with me or something, well I'm fucking done!" I turned around and began walking off the dock. But as always, like a clingy sad puppy, he follows. "Mila! Please, if we just..." "Leave me alone, Mal!" I ordered. "I have a kingdom to rule. I don't have time to be around a monster." Tears rolled down his cheeks as soon as I said 'monster.' "Oh." He sighed. "Mal I used to love you and I still do. You're the one I want and I've given you countless chances to be a better man and you take advantage." I replied. "So, I suppose this is goodbye Malcom. I love you." I grabbed his face and kissed him on the lips one last time. Then I walked away, leaving him speechless. Leaving him with tears rushing down his eyes. Leaving him alone. Oh, I'll miss him dearly. I'll miss the dancing in abandon ballrooms. The violin he used to play for me while I sit on a rock in the woods. The reading in bookstores while sipping tea and talking about our favorite characters, oh I'll miss it all. But even though he's charming. He's also a monster. He used the magic he learned for evil and cannot keep putting up with it. So, Malcom. I'm sorry, but my father and my kingdom needs my help. The ogres have invaded and I must help fight them off as soon as possible.
Hi Ana, I was wondering something. Do you wanna collab write? Like, we both can write a little story together, I was wondering, that'd be awesome. Do you wanna do it?
I'm not a master like everyone else but this is my favorite paragraph. Upon entering the library she grabbed one of her favorite books from under a couch. She always hid it there away from any eyes that would deem it unfit to read. Her hand went over the beautifully crafted cover. The book was only a fairy tale. She was a princess and had no choice in her future.
I'm really sad my first chapter wasn't in this but I hope in future it will be! (And ana if you wanna read the book so far just check a video I will bbe making soon)
Here are the first few lines of my story idea that's still in progress it's called A Loss For Words. How do you tell someone how much they mean to you? Especially when you guys avoid each other and when you know that they'll never feel the same way you do about them. My heart wants to tell him meanwhile my brain says not to, it causes me to lose sleep and causes turmoil within myself. I've never felt feelings this strongly about anyone, not since my ex-boyfriend. As much fear as I'm feeling now, I'm also feeling this need for closure before this year ends.
Hi Ana! I loved hearing all the stories you read but when you read mine I was SCREAMING inside. It almost felt like my heart was pounding outside of my chest lol. Thank you for reading my paragraph, thank you for liking my name, and thank you for the most beautiful compliments! Also… in my story, it’s not a girl who is narrating, it’s actually a guy 😂. And another thing I’d like to point out is the Karious people in my book are a tribe’s group that are settling on a moon, and my male main character wants to be accepted by them. Why? Well, you’ll just need to see and wait… I don’t know if you wondered this too but when I read my book ‘The Moons And One World’ to my friends, they thought the name Mimosa was strange, because my friends thought I named it out of an alcoholic beverage. Funny enough, I didn’t name it after a drink. I named it from a anime girl character 😂 Looking back, my comment is long, and I am sorry about that! I hope my comment captivated you long enough to actually read it. Lastly, I am proud of everyone who was brave enough to share apart of their book (including you) hearing how other people write and what’s their ideas are help me to better form mine. Have a good day, afternoon, or evening. Your one of my favorite RUclipsrs Ana 💝🤗
Hi, Ana, these are the first paragraphs of my book hope you like them. Olympus was a beautiful place this time of year. The warm sun shone through the trees in the park, making all the temples sparkle. The sweet smell of freshly bloomed flowers filled the air. The sound of laughter filled the streets. There couldn’t possibly be anything that could ruin this day and yet something was coming that would.
I absolutely love your reviews of their writing! I would love for you to beta read my book for me! Your feedback is very strong and I could definitely use that for my book!
(Just for the heck of it, this is one of my favorite starts to a story) The air felt cold as my shaky legs carried me down a narrow, dimly lit hall. Red and blue lights shone through the old windows.The sound of my rapid heartbeat was mostly drowned out by the echoing sirens of the police cars and ambulances outside. the floorboards creaked beneath my footsteps. "Everything's fine. This is all a big misunderstanding." that' what I tried to convince myself. However- as I near the end of the hall… I know that's not true. A metallic scent fills my nose. What happened here? I stopped in front of an old, I couldn't tell exactly what it was made out of, but it seemed like a dark-oak, or something similar to that. Slowly, I reach a shaky hand towards the small doorknob. My fingers hit the cold metal. Letting out a long, shaky breath, I wrap my hand tightly around the knob. After a few moments I mustered up the courage to open the door.
Ana, i love your videos! here is a few paragraphs that i made from my story! (plus i am 9) I follow mom to the upper deck of the ship. I see a box with silver and gold plastered over it. I gasp. What is this all about? Mom put a key in a keyhole and the box opened itself. A shimmering necklace with a light blue shell was pulled out by my mom. Mom said “ this necklace was found last night and i think… that it shall belong to you. “Really you do really mean it?” “Yes I do.” Mom gently placed the necklace down onto my neck. “It's beautiful,” I whispered. “Indeed it is.” Mom chuckled. I thanked her and went down the ladder and saw something splashing in the water. It seemed like a wet piece of paper. (i hope you like it!)
I started watching your video for the rainbow loom and I slowly started loving books and it's so awesome to see you become such an incredible writer. Much love ❤
Omg, I can tell you love your viewers from all the time you put into helping us. It is so awesome and I want you to know you are such an inspiration 🥰. Also, if you don’t mind I would love if you could read some of my book and give me some ideas…
OMG I LOVE THIS I wish I could write like this but I’m only going into 9th grade and I’m currently working on my first draft for my novel and I wanted to put A part of it here. If you could critique it for me I would really appreciate that!!! 🥺🥺🥺 I stepped outside inhaling the cold dry air, snow rustling beneath my furry boots. Darkness encapsulated the sky. Afraid to get caught, I ran to the fairy well and made a wish.
This was really interesting to watch! I commented mine but I think it might have been to long…. Ooops. But this was an amazing video to watch! ILYSM! Hope you have an awesome day!!!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
I've just finished the first chapter of my novel, and am working on the second chapter. So far, I'm liking where it is going. Here's the first paragraph of Chapter 1: "Keshmiri Narina was the last woman Gul Hussein charmed and corrupted before his death. When they first met during the Soren Festival, she was married and three moons pregnant. They're meeting was entirely a chance encounter. It could've been avoided if the men, who saw themselves as Gul Hussein's friends, hadn't dragged him out into the city square."
😂 I feel like everyone needs to comment their prettiest sentences just so Ana can obsess over them, so here goes:
“a huge silk ribbon the color of the brightest sky twisting and pulling across the green fabric of the grasslands.”
“Like she was drowning in all the memories, the hugs and stories and picnics under the trees and bright blue sky, the goodnight kisses and days Karina spent following her mother and father, wanting nothing more to do exactly whatever they were doing.”
“flames stained the sky”
😂 I really wanna hear yours so I figured I’d start!!!
ahhh!! your gonna make me scream and cry and roll on the floor like the obsessive person i am - BECAUSE OMGGG! 'flames stained the sky'?! i adoree ahh. this should become a video, surely. haha
YOOOO those are amazing lemme find mine
“Her eyes were deep and velvety like dark chocolate; her long hair was a glossy dark brown, hanging in choppy layers around her shoulders, face and upper back. Her skin glowed golden like the sun with almost unnoticeable freckles peppering her nose. Her plump lips were the colour of plums.”
-A description of one of my oc’s
AAAAAA THESE ARE SO GOOD
4:33 YOU READ MY PART! I WAS SO EXCITED HEARING YOU READ IT OUT! I'M GLAD YOU LIKED IT!
Is your story still on wattpad? I tried to find it but unfortunately nothing came up
@@amnaahmad17 no, sorry. I took it down 'cause i was having trouble moving forward with it and I'm currently working on the outline for the series
@@abbendipity ahh okay. Well whenever you post anything I'd love to read it! You seem like an amazing writer
I'm literally smiling so hard right now, thank you so much 🥺 So much positive feedback was given in this video I love it!
I'd love to read the rest of your story!!
Post it on Wattpad/ AO3 and I'll be on there in the matter of seconds.
okay so I just wanted to add mine… just cuz. I don’t expect you to react to it or anyone to respond I just want it to be out there :)
Dasies. They’ve always been my favorite flower. Always have been, always will be. And yes, they’re pretty. Yes, they smell like my mother’s old perfume that I still have locked inside my box. But most of all, they’re the name of my best friend who will stay in my heart forever, but I may never get the chance to see her again.
This is the story of how I lost my parents, my friend, my life. This is the story of how I moved across the country, to start my new life fresh, throwing back all the past memories and regrets.
“You need to leave,” he hissed at me, “Now. Emma!”
Tears held back, I gathered up the strength to leave the house that I’ve spent the last fifteen years of my life in. All the memories, good and bad, leave with me. I stumble through the living room and make my way out the back door. Police are screaming through the front door, telling my parents to get out before the consequence is worse.
My parents aren’t bad people. I mean, they can be, but overall they treat me well and give me everything I need. It was just a mistake, that’s what I try to tell myself. They didn’t want to do it… I think. I hope. Maybe they can explain to the cops. Maybe this can all be pushed away, forgotten, and we can live like a normal family in L.A. would.
I have a video idea if you'll ever need one:
You could maybe show us how you made your book cover! I do have one but it's not perfect yet and I was wondering how you made it!
aw that’s such a good idea!! will maybe be coming up soon xx
Thank you for the uplifting reaction, I was so happy when you read my paragraph on Nightwalkers. ( the line of the clouds stitching in the sky has a meaning which has to do with the main character)
awww reallyyyy!?! that’s so so beautiful- i literally could not get over it ahh. so beautiful!!
this needs to be like a regular series on you channel where you read things and fangirl and give feedback!! mostly because it makes me inspired and I ALWAYS miss the community posts😢
awww that would seriously be so coool!!! x just make sure u comment on the original post!! I hope to read yours!!❤️❤️
Hi Ana! It's Maddie. AAH! I can't believe that I made it into the video! Thank you so much for speaking so highly of my work. I really love writing and love sharing it with others. Honestly, this was a school project but I let my fingers type as much as I wanted to. I loved the storyline so much I just didn't want it to end. I thought, "Ok, maybe if this video goes up before the project is due I can get help with a name and you always has such helpful advice." I came up with a name but I will include the story here. It's a bit long but we all love being sucked into a piece of writing right? I hope you enjoy!
I tried adding it but it was too long so I will summarize.
A girl is in an Indian city and Ravi gets attacked by some spies sent from Laos. Laos launches an attack on the city in the middle of the night and the story is about how she overcomes that obstacle in her life.
(FYI this project was not supposed to be this long but my teacher gave us writing freedom!)
Also, I just want to share this story. I ordered a whole bunch of crochet stuff and I brought it to school to keep me busy during indoor recesses. I was making my grandma a green pin cushion (she loses her sewing needles and really loves it). as I was making it, I was listening to project BB and it is amazing!!!!! I wanted to turn the page and read more.
I hope that you have a nice evening,
Maddie
awieeeee its so good hearing from you! thanks so so much for ur bravery
@@ananeu omg! I totally will! Sorry I took so long to respond. I have so much schoolwork. I have 11 days left or something like that. Everyone loves my grandma. She is just the kindest soul. And you are too. I am so glad I found you because if I didn’t my life would suck without writing so thank you so much!
Gratitude always,
Maddie
This is My FAVE part of my book right now, because of how intense it is:
For the last time, let me make this perfectly clear: I will not give you the satisfaction of knowing where she is or revealing her true identity. If you kill me, you’ll still be left in the dark-she’ll remain hidden, and you’ll never find her. I swear on my own life, I’d rather face death than betray her trust.
You think threats and violence will make me talk? You’re mistaken. Every moment I stand here, I’m reminded of the sacrifices I’ve made to protect her. I’d rather endure the worst you can inflict than see her put in danger because of me. So go ahead-do your worst. Just know this: your attempts to break me will only strengthen my resolve to keep her safe.
Thank you so much ,it means a lot! It makes me so happy that you got to read it and you like it. I'm working on figuring out first or third person pov so it's been a bit of an experiment so far
IM SO EXCITED FOR THIS!!! ahhh i'm writing rn and really needed a writing related video !!
Same
awieee! i am so glad! make sure you take regular breaks k? xx
@@ananeu ofc 🥺 i like taking breaks with your refreshing videos ^^ it makes me more productive and energetic!
I'm writing my first dark fantasy book. "The Outlawed Child" this titled may not be the official title. But I would to send my first page of chapter one.
This a little bit of my current wip. Its a mystery about a girl with a missing brother it is also a romance.
Chapter 1
June 16, 2023 3:20 p.m.
I have no idea what Ms. Booker is saying. I am not really trying to listen in the first place. My head is killing me. I have the worst migraine ever! I lay my head on my desk and stare at the ever so slowly ticking clock. It is the last day of school this year and I just wanna leave this hell.
This next week is going to suck Monday is going to mark eight years since Cayden disappeared. Eight whole years of hell and most likely more to come.
Hopefully I will get to go home for a visit this summer. I have lived in Nashville Tennessee for seven and a half years, but this place is not my home. My only home is in Michigan with my friends. I call them all the time but it's not the same.
I don't have friends here. For some reason everyone hates me. You might think I am exaggerating but I’m not. Not one of the people in this school have even tried to be friends with me. Why? I don’t know. I don’t even think they know why. When I first came to this school the first people I met were Asher Dolen, Bowie Jameson and Anderson Rhodes (aka Red). Red is your stereotypical cool kid.
I met him and he immediately decided to hate me, and let me tell you. When Red hates someone everyone hates that person.
Everybody rallies around him as if he is some sort of celebrity. Especially the girls. I swear every single one is in love with him for some reason. I mean he is pretty but not extraordinary.
Even the nice kids don’t acknowledge me because they don’t want to get on Red’s bad side. I mean I don’t blame them. If I had the choice I definitely wouldn’t.
Bowie and Asher are his best friends. Asher is just like Red, a jerk, but Bowie? Bowie is odd. He seems nice. He even tries to defend me sometimes but discreetly so that Red doesn’t realize that he is. He has talked to me nicely a few times. I don’t know why he is so close to Red and Asher, but he is too nice of a guy to be hanging around with them.
I shift my eyes to the clock and it reads 3:29 and the bell rings one minute later. the sounds of chatter and screeching chairs arupt making my head pound worse than it was before. I have started getting migraines two or three times a week along with severe nausea.
I let my head fall into my hands while I rest my elbows on the table waiting for everyone to leave the room.
Once they do I touch my feet to the ground and stand up from my chair. I grab my books off of my desk and begin to walk to the door.
“Myla?” Ms. Booker’s voice rings back and forth from ear to ear. “Myla honey. Are you okay? You look really pale.” I turn my head from the door to her desk, and my head throbs.
Everything begins to blur. My arms feel like jello. I feel the books slide out from my fingers and they hit the floor.
It feels like everything is going in slow motion when I see Ms. Booker as she gets up from her desk.
“Myla? What’s wrong?” I just stare at her blurred face. I open my mouth to reply but the words won't come out.
“Bowie. Go get the nurse!” I whip my head around to blurily see Bowie nod his head and run out the door. I didn’t know he was in here. I saw him leave before I got up.
“Myla sit down hun.” She says but before I can my legs give way and everything goes black.
Ok so this is late and really long. It’s my fist tome actually writing down a scene in this epic novel I’m writing. Hope you enjoy: He had never seen so many Lowborns in one place. Heck, he had never had so much wine before in one night. Lucelenece knew that tonight was the Feast of Stars and he should be there. She loved tonight. She had been starlight in Lowborn form. Cyarán’s nickname suited her well. Cyarán. He couldn’t bear the thought of his friend decaying back home. What would he be doing tonight anyway? It wouldn’t have surprised Lucelenece in the slightest of Cyarán didn’t even go back to the Night Mirror for the rest of eternity.
He had chosen to stay away from Twinebronze and Claybrook. He didn’t want to see Yavaine, and besides, her family had no way of knowing anything that transpired over the past several weeks. He decided to keep it that way. Being in this small town of Mossgrove, Lucelenece thought to keep himself distracted from his thoughts. But no matter how many people surrounded his environment, how much laughter and music filled his ears, how much wine he drank, he couldn’t get the sight, sound, and taste of her away from him. He seemed to see her soul, pure white with a hint of sapphire, standing in the midst of the dancing Lowborns. Staring at him. Haunting him. Lucelenece took another long drink of the red wine. But the more he drank, the more he tasted her lavender and vanilla to the point of intoxication. Every note that flooded his hearing seemed to be her voice calling his name, mixed with her dying breath. He had to get out of here.
Stumbling out the small hall, one-fourth the size of the one in Twinebronze, Lucelenece was the lone Highborn walking in the snow as it slowly drifted down, the moonlight casting shadows everywhere. Even outside, he couldn’t get solitude. The moonlight was her skin, the shadows the pitiful circles under her eyes. The frozen wind through the dead trees, her crying after having kissed him. She kissed him. She kissed him. Even if it was an act of revenge against her husband whom she adored to the very end, Lucelenece would consider it the greatest, happiest three seconds of his life. He didn’t bother warming himself, he wanted to feel the cold. Was she cold? Did they even have fluctuating temperatures in the Realm? He prayed to the Unicorn she wasn’t. She didn’t deserve that. She didn’t deserve any of this.
Lucelenece walked for a couple of hours, his wine long gone. He hadn’t noticed that he arrived at the Aveth River until he stood at it’s bank. There was absolutely no other soul around but him. Him and her, of course. His empty emerald eyes gazed into the rushing water. Emerald stared back. He frowned a little. What was that? That splinter of green shining in the moonlight? Without giving a thought about the freezing water, he stepped down into it and dove. He felt more than saw his way at the river’s bottom, his nails digging through the mud. After resurfacing and being back on the shore of Helndgrous, Lucelenece looked at his prize. A very large emerald necklace, made rough by the mud, and a bracelet, the links made of the same solid gem. His mournful mind told him it was a sign from her, a last goodbye from her soul in the eternal Realm to him in the barren winter. He clutched these treasures to his chest, allowing his tears to fall once more and sobbed to the moon.
hi ana! i dont expect u to react to this but im gonna put it here anyways
bruh bruh bruh bruh bruh thats so goooooddddd i reaaly like it
@@MiaBowen-mq4gt omg thats so sweet tysmmm that means alot !! 😭😭❤❤
I. LOVE. THIS! HONESTLY I NOW WANT TO WRITE A PROPER NOVEL SO YOU CAN *GUSH* OVER MY WRITING BUT sadly i only do fanfiction 😢 maybe one day :D
GURL FAN FICTION IS STILL WRITING!! i'd loveeee to LITERALLY ANYTHING of yours bestieee!!
@@ananeu OGSFDS STOP SHE REPLIED 🤩 AND TYSM IT REALLY MEANS A LOT
I just started writing a book and these are perfect to see how I can critique it so I can post my first chapter! Thanks Ana 💖💖
Good luck with writing your book! I hope someday Ana can read your story
@@anyapotgieter7792 Thank you!!
Hi Ana! I know I’m late but I really want you to read my first few paragraphs of my book that I’m working on! So here it is!
My mother named me Morana, after a Slavic Goddess of winter and death. My mother was a poor and widowed women and spent most of her little money on my fortune. She was told I would become so sick it would be a painful and slow death, I would have have to be placed in the winter snow, which would kill me almost instantly.
My mother was hesitant but didn’t want me to be in pain, so she agreed and when she was told the age of which she would need to do so, she sobbed. She sobbed so hard she began to shake whilst I cried.
6. Not six years of age, but six months. She has to kill me at such a ripe and tender age.
To be continued……
I really hope you enjoy reading it!
R.I.P. Rainbow loom
hello! i really enjoy your content and wanted to upload the last paragraph of my vinished novel here! i love your writing and i just wanted to get feedbackon the ending of my story! and thank you if you do read this!
And he held onto robollys hand as they watched the meteors fly by,telling everyone they should make a wish as well. And choose over the perfect life where they would be immortal ,and wish instead to live life to its fullest and make friends and find love, to sometimes lose them but get up afterwards. To live life and not wish to live more than one. Auxerre let out a sigh and galanced towards robolly,who stared up into the sky. He saw her smile and he smiled as well. he would stay here forever and never let this memory get wiped away. And then he kissed her hand. And she looked at him and her eyes glimmered.
The world stayed, the rest of their lives moved on, the memories were made,but unfortunately the story ended. but it's not a goodbye as there will be more, a new story shall begin. He knew it.
this is not the end,just the end of a chapter in a book. so let it move on…
The end
thanks again if you do read this! this book took me a while to finish and i really just want some feedback about the last paragraph of the last chapter! thxs agin and good luck with future content,Ana!!!
I hope this message finds you well. I just wanted to take a moment to express my deep admiration for your videos. Your writing tips have been so helpful to me over the years, and your vlogs are always a bright spot in my day.
I wanted to share with you that you have been a huge inspiration to me. When I was just 11 years old, I stumbled upon one of your videos and it sparked something in me. I began writing, and with each new video you posted, my passion for the craft grew stronger. Your encouragement and guidance have been invaluable to me, and I am incredibly grateful.
Recently, I published my first novel on Amazon called "Never a God" with my author name "Kyra Brossi" It's been a lifelong dream of mine, and I cannot express how much your influence played a role in making it a reality. I would be over the moon if you were to read it and even happier just knowing that you enjoyed it.
Thank you for all the hard work you put into your videos and for being such a positive influence on my life. You are truly making a difference in the world, one video at a time. Thank you for always posting, -- Kyra
The last one! I need to read it😭
This was pretty nice. Part 3 would be cool
Please make a part three! This series is awesome and you are surely motivating young authors to keep trying and never give up✨💕
yaayyy aww I’m so so glad thank uu xxxx
Thank you for reveiwing!! I love your channel and all your videos, but these are some of my favorite (especially to get inspired). ❤️
I listen to your videos when I write, they really inspire me. Thank you!
I know this vid is from a year ago but i wanted to share the opening to my book!
Synchronized footsteps echoed on the clean ebony coloured floor. It was always clean, no speck of dust ever. Newly polished black shoes walked the halls with the owners that bore them in rows of four. The walls which ran tall slowly sloped into a curve to make the ceilings look way bigger than they actually were. The windows let rays of sunlight through that lit up the floor from behind the maroon coloured curtains tied with golden loops of silk.
Neatly dressed girls of all ages stopped after another as doors to the grande hall opened for a assembly
I wake up and I'm breathing hard. This isn't my room. My stare goes straight to the door when someone opens it and yeah the people that walk in have tails suddenly one of them speaks ¨how did you get here ̈
¨I woke up here¨ and if they think I'm lying I don't give a shit
one of the guys whispers to someone but I can't make out what they said
JUST A DRAFT PROB GOING TO CHANGE IT IDK
first paragraph of the first chapter of The Academy For Monster Hunters (hope you enjoy)
Everything has to change at some point, right? That's what I was thinking on the ride to my new school. Or should I say prison. Well at least it sounded like it when the police told my parents to send mr there. Why the police said that I'd rather not tell, but long story short I did something "bad" and if I didn't want to go to jail I'd have to attend a school for problem children. Now I was standing in the back seat of my red family car trying to hold my tears in. I didn't usually cry but I didn't want to leave my home for five years. And yes, this is how long it takes until I "graduate." I didn't want to leave my home, my friends, my life. And worst off all you didn't have a summer break so you can't go home before those five years ended. My mother turned around to face me. She had the same chocolate brown hair as me, same nose, same mouth. Only the eyes were different. She had pretty hazel eyes, and I had dark blue eyes like the night sky. "Stop being so depresed Bellatrix." my mother said. "Would you have rather gone to prison." It wasn't a question. "No i wouldn't." i almost growled. "And it's Bella, not Bellatrix." I had always hated my name. Why did it have to be so fancy? Why couldn't it be something simple? "Whatever. When we get there I want you to be on your best behavior, understand?" mom said. "Yes, I understand.'" You know maybe going to that school will be better than staying with my parents.
Not the end of the paragraph but it got too long. Also this is the first book in a fantesy series
AAAH im lowkey freaking out that you read it !! thank you so much for the positive feedback and i feel like that wasn’t really my best work, so if you ever do this again i might try to find a better paragraph LOL tysm again for this 💖💖 you’re my fav writing ytber and its crazy to hear you read something that I wrote
awww i literally ADORED YOURS. such a great job bestie xxx
@@ananeu thank you !! it means so much coming from you 😭❤️ have an amazing day
I was to late for this but I just want to see if you have any suggestions for my first paragraph
I walked through the forest using the normal path. I stumbled upon an abandoned graveyard but it looked just like the one down the road. “Wha-what the” trembling on my words as the crisp cold air ran down my back. “This can't be real”
“Oh yes it is,” said a little girl with pigtails standing in front of me.
Which post should I submit on? I’d really love to here your feedback I have never written anything really before like this so I would like to know how I did.
I would love to join this! How can I show you may work? Also, i love these videos. Its so fun to see you with your reactions and helpful notes. Im aspiring to be an authortuber too!
Anyone else already shipping Ludioius and Faren? because I am and would love to read more
(This is one of the books im currently working on-- it's just the beginning)
"Give me the map, or I’m gonna kill ya’.”
He couldn’t be any older than eighteen, I thought, my eyes resting on the shaggy-haired brunette. And none of them could be older than twenty-five. They were dressed to the part, yes. They had the swords and guns, which were currently pointed at my face, and the dastardly strong scent of men that made my nose itch. However, I couldn’t help but scoff, laughing at the rough, threatening men.
They weren’t pirates.
They were playing dress up.
“Alrighty, go on,” I encouraged, making sure to look each of the men in the eyes. I felt as though it was a game, really. Without me, the map would be useless anyways. “After you shoot me, you can shove that gun up your ass. Maybe you’ll find your head up there too.”
I was looking at a certain boy, a darker one than the others. His hair was shorter than the rest, dark, but not as dark as the Captain’s hair, which was a deep black. My words were responded with a kick to the side by the one with long ash-blond hair, and I heaved in pain.
woah. this is so intense and COOL!? i love the characters already. so coooooll ahhh
2:31 i love how it dives right into somthing you alr want to read on to discover abt
AHHH so much fun to watch!! Here's some of my story (Its not the first chapter bc the first chapter is lowkey kinda boring and I'm redoing it probably lol)
"I flipped my head around quickly after I felt the tap on my shoulder. I was looking at a girl around my age, with light brown hair, green eyes, and a dark gray jacket that looked like she was about to go to a business meeting. She smiled at me. "Hii! I'm Eleanor. We go to the same school?" I stared at her for a minute before coming to my senses. "Oh, uh, hi." She stuck out her hand and I shook it.
She sat down next to me, and set her coffee and láptōp down. "Are you a writer too?" I asked her, sipping my hot chocolate. "Yup," She said. "I'm writing a book about a fictional kingdom. What are you writing?"
I felt my cheeks turn red, and replied with, "Oh, you know, just- about a school." I wasn't about to tell this girl I knew for 1 minute what my work of art was.
We talked and worked until it was around lunchtime. I packed my stuff up and was about to leave when Eleanor asked, "Where are you going?"
"To get lunch, then the library. Wanna come with?" I said. She nodded and smiled. We went next door to order our lunch- two cheesburgers with fries- and we ate it on the way to the library. Once we got there, we compared our favorite books and talked about random things- school, our latest reads, friend drama. It wasn't until a while later Eleanor looked up at a girl our age and said, "Hey Gwen!"
I knew this girl instantly. We shared most of our classes at school and shared a lunch table. We were friends, but not FRIEND friends. Like, I would never tell her the things I would tell my best friend, Luke, but I would talk to her at lunch and in corridors. She had green eyes, short wavy red hair, and a cottagecore dress on. She smiled at us. "Hi Eleanor, hi Annabelle! I was just coming in here to pick up a book."
"Do you want to hang out for a minute?" Eleanor asked. "Sure!" Gwen said.
We hung out for a bit, continuing out conversations about school and friends. Around 2 o'clock we all said goodbye, Gwen leaving for dance class, Eleanor leaving for piano lessons, and me leaving for some excuse I came up with that I don't remember. I was about to leave, but as I was walking, I almost tripped on a book that was left on the ground. It was glowing magenta, and didn't seem to have a library tag. It wasn't in the best shape- the leather cover was ripped in the corners and the binding looked damaged. The back of it had 3 keyholes, in the colors red, gold, and black. I shoved it into my bag, and left the library quickly."
OMG thank you for reading mine i’m freaking out😁😁
the writing in this video was too beautiful to fathom
figured i'd leave something of my own, even if it's a bit long..
We wait in the car for Marco to get dressed and pack a quick bag, which-considering he said he couldn’t stay long-I find odd, but Lucy gives it a once-over and then looks back up.
“Ready?”
“Ready. You follow my lead, okay?” he says, and I’m surprised when I see him looking at me. I nod slowly.
“Er… okay.”
We get out of the car and follow him to, of all places, the phone booth in front of his house-that one that my mother-in-law never wanted to get rid of.
And I kid you not, Marco shoulders his bag, gets inside, closes the door… and disappears. Lucy’s biting her nails, and I slap her hand away. “Knock it off,” I hiss. Even in the most surreal of times, parenting duties are not to be neglected. Then I look back to the phone booth, and Lucy gives me a small-if not slightly nervous-smile.
“Want to go together?”
I nod, though I have no idea where we’re going. Following Marco, presumably. She reaches over, taking my hand, and leads me to the phonebooth. “One…”
We step inside. “Two…”
She scoots between me and the back wall. Together, we say, “Three,” and she closes the door.
It's dark for a moment, like I blinked, though I’m sure I didn’t. Then I’m standing on a floating cement platform, in the cold, in front of a giant castle… with my nephew standing in front of us, hand on his hip.
“Took you long enough,” he grumbles, turning towards the castle, Lucy quick to follow. “Welcome to the Realms, Greta. Follow me.”
I seriously want to hurry up and finish making my main characters at least for my story so I can start writing. I really want to see what people think of the idea I have
it took me so long to see KILLUA IN THE BACKGROUND
mwhahaah
I just want to add mine because why not :)
Both are completely different stories and (yes I am that type of writer to have 500 uncompleted stories.)
Queen of the Ivory Thorns:
The icy winter air surrounded the empty vast city Oxulara, in the south-east region of Iasenara. Empty houses laid across the snow, empty silence ringing in each and every one of them. Broken glass and wood chips scattered the delicate pure white snow, the glass blending in to the blizzard. Dead bodies dispersed across the barren land, blood staining the snow causing most of the snow to become a colour of blood red. A trail of blood led to a sword made from pure silver, the handle having carved roses with thorns wrapped around the hilt making a beautiful art piece.
Love is a bitch:
I’ve always thought of rain as stages of a lifetime. The start is the sun, where the future seems bright, and your current state is in bliss. Then the drops start to form and are let loose from the clouds causing small steps of chaos, in your normal sunny life. It turns into a patter leading into a more depressing situation until eventually your life turns completely unstable and becomes a thunderstorm.
I went through the thunderstorm three years ago, but no matter the years, the thunderstorm hasn’t passed, and the sun hasn’t risen. Life feels just as hollow as the day of the incident. There was blood, it was dark, it was horrid. I was 13.
Someone please tell me how it is because I feel like it's so bad 😭
uhhhmmm this is a paragraph from my chapter four, idk if this is the right place to share this but im kinda proud of this part hehe :))))
Thomas felt like the elephant in the room-or-the human in the room. The room grew quieter as Thomas stiffly exited the elevator, quickly fumbling with the bracelet on his wrist. Slowly he switched his form into an owl, feeling the eyes of all the other animal burn into his feathers.
Thomas felt the changes again-everything grew even louder and he could sense every detail of every movement. The whispers became jumbled and he couldn’t sense any specific words, but he heard every single voice.
And opening his eyes was still a shock the second time.
Thomas felt paws thumping under his feet. The vibration echoed through the floor, and soon, he heard the animal panting loudly, like it was standing next to him. Desperately he brought his wings to his ears, squeezing his eyes shut in an attempt to muffle the sound. But it only got louder.
“Oh, there you are!” Skylar’s voice boomed through his head and Thomas felt his skull shake as she talked. “I was looking everywhere for you! C’mon, the cafeteria opens soon."
Thomas nodded stiffly and opened his eyes, his vision met with a paw the size of his head. He looked up to see a juvenile wolf looming in front of him-Skylar. Her ears were fanned out to the side and her tail swished back and forth behind her. “Well? You coming?”
“Oh- yeah, I’m coming,” muttered Thomas, beginning to waddle behind Skylar. Immediately he heard giggling from all around him-it was like they were cackling straight into his eardrums.
“Uh-..” Skylar huffed. “Aren’t you gonna.. y’know.. fly?”
Thomas felt his face burn. “Uhm.. yeah! Yeah- of course! Flying! The thing I.. can definitely do. Because... I’m an.. I’m an owl.
Skylar stared down at him, raising an eyebrow. “You can’t fly, can you?”
Thomas heard the giggling get louder and his face flushed. “Don’t say it so loud!”
Hello! It's me, Suzie(not my real name)! And I have come here in search for validation! Here's not the first, but last paragraph of my ongoing novel! If you don't like gay, too bad for you!
Hope you like it!
A little something I wrote over the holidays:
Crystal-lined masks greeted me to the dance floor, and I felt awestruck at the sight of the vast, Victorian styled ballroom. Thin strips of gold aligned across the smooth, white, marbled floor creating a crisscross pattern, and the very few lights bounced from mask to mask. My own mask shone a brilliant white when the lights hit me just the right time, as I twirled and spun through the room. Finishing with a curtsy, people clapped around me, and some held their drinks up into the air. I walked away, hoping to lose attraction from the crowd. I searched around the ballroom for that one familiar face.
There my target was, standing amongst the crowd in the dim light. He noticed that I had been staring at him, giving a short and sweet wink. Then, he proceeded to spike once again another drink in someone’s hand. Are you kidding me? You’ve got to be slicker than that. It wasn’t surprising coming from him, though. It wasn’t surprising coming from anyone. It was too much of an overly used thing to do, that I was concerned it was the only thing everyone were taught in their clan.
Without a second thought, I held my bow in both my hands, aiming directly at him. Then, my fingers ever so lightly lifted from the string, and the arrow swiftly made its entrance. As it made a perfect arc, much more graceful than any of the dancers there that night, my lips formed into a delightful smile. It landed with a dull thunk, right between his twinkling eyes, and he fell with a frozen smirk and arms open. A steady trickle of blood was carving a path down his chiselled and handsome face, seeping into the ivory white collar of his form fitting tux. I ran towards the exit, stopping right at the doors and looking back. My mother’s laughter rang in my ear, her faint claps absorbing me in a whirlwind. “Great performance, just like how you’ve been taught”.
Winking won’t save you, not if it’s me you’re up against.
Little late but...here's something I may add to my novel I'm currently plotting.
"Mila!" He yelled, dashing towards me. I ignored him and kept walking down the dock. "Mila!" He yelled after me once more, grabbing my wrist. I swiped my hand away from him. "Don't touch me." I demanded. I could see the guilt. The pain and misery in his eyes, but I shoved my feelings aside.
"Mila, dearie. I'm sorry I just...wanted to protect you." He vowed.
"No, no Mal. You don't want to protect me. You're just using me as an excuse. You're using me to make an excuse for your unspeakable actions." I stated. "Excuse?" He asked, puzzled and confused. "No, no Mila. I just wanted to..."
"Don't!" I interrupted. "I have tried and tried to keep you away from the darkness and distract you with love and pleasure, but you keep going back! You know everything about me and I don't even know a thing about your past." I cried. His eyes widened. "Mila, I'm sorry. I promise if we go back to the ship and talk..."
I cut him off again.
"That's what you said the last fifty times and you always distract me with making out with me or something, well I'm fucking done!"
I turned around and began walking off the dock. But as always, like a clingy sad puppy, he follows. "Mila! Please, if we just..."
"Leave me alone, Mal!" I ordered. "I have a kingdom to rule. I don't have time to be around a monster."
Tears rolled down his cheeks as soon as I said 'monster.' "Oh." He sighed.
"Mal I used to love you and I still do. You're the one I want and I've given you countless chances to be a better man and you take advantage." I replied. "So, I suppose this is goodbye Malcom. I love you." I grabbed his face and kissed him on the lips one last time.
Then I walked away, leaving him speechless. Leaving him with tears rushing down his eyes. Leaving him alone. Oh, I'll miss him dearly. I'll miss the dancing in abandon ballrooms. The violin he used to play for me while I sit on a rock in the woods. The reading in bookstores while sipping tea and talking about our favorite characters, oh I'll miss it all. But even though he's charming. He's also a monster. He used the magic he learned for evil and cannot keep putting up with it.
So, Malcom. I'm sorry, but my father and my kingdom needs my help. The ogres have invaded and I must help fight them off as soon as possible.
Hi Ana, I was wondering something. Do you wanna collab write? Like, we both can write a little story together, I was wondering, that'd be awesome.
Do you wanna do it?
I wonder if you are still doing this series, I would gladly post something, to show these kids how its really done.
I'm not a master like everyone else but this is my favorite paragraph.
Upon entering the library she grabbed one of her favorite books from under a couch. She always hid it there away from any eyes that would deem it unfit to read. Her hand went over the beautifully crafted cover. The book was only a fairy tale. She was a princess and had no choice in her future.
I'm really sad my first chapter wasn't in this but I hope in future it will be!
(And ana if you wanna read the book so far just check a video I will bbe making soon)
Here are the first few lines of my story idea that's still in progress it's called A Loss For Words. How do you tell someone how much they mean to you? Especially when you guys avoid each other and when you know that they'll never feel the same way you do about them. My heart wants to tell him meanwhile my brain says not to, it causes me to lose sleep and causes turmoil within myself. I've never felt feelings this strongly about anyone, not since my ex-boyfriend. As much fear as I'm feeling now, I'm also feeling this need for closure before this year ends.
Hi Ana! I loved hearing all the stories you read but when you read mine I was SCREAMING inside. It almost felt like my heart was pounding outside of my chest lol. Thank you for reading my paragraph, thank you for liking my name, and thank you for the most beautiful compliments!
Also… in my story, it’s not a girl who is narrating, it’s actually a guy 😂. And another thing I’d like to point out is the Karious people in my book are a tribe’s group that are settling on a moon, and my male main character wants to be accepted by them. Why? Well, you’ll just need to see and wait…
I don’t know if you wondered this too but when I read my book ‘The Moons And One World’ to my friends, they thought the name Mimosa was strange, because my friends thought I named it out of an alcoholic beverage. Funny enough, I didn’t name it after a drink. I named it from a anime girl character 😂
Looking back, my comment is long, and I am sorry about that! I hope my comment captivated you long enough to actually read it.
Lastly, I am proud of everyone who was brave enough to share apart of their book (including you) hearing how other people write and what’s their ideas are help me to better form mine.
Have a good day, afternoon, or evening. Your one of my favorite RUclipsrs Ana 💝🤗
omgg! woahh! haha its so good to get more context - so sorry! but ur story was wonderful! i really hope your continuing to write
Your paragraph was really good!
@@bobayoda_4456 thank you so much 😊
as a huge procrastinater/panser/and atrocious speller, ur videos really help and motivate me to write more. why didn't i find your channel sooner?
ahhh awww madiii thank uuuu xx we can struggle together ahh❤️❤️
@@ananeu my partner in struggling
Such talent out there! Awesome
I haven’t finished written mine yet😊 but, all these gives me such a confident boost
This is a really late comment but id love if you did more of these after nanowrimo!
Hi, Ana, these are the first paragraphs of my book hope you like them.
Olympus was a beautiful place this time of year. The warm sun shone through the trees in the park, making all the temples sparkle. The sweet smell of freshly bloomed flowers filled the air. The sound of laughter filled the streets.
There couldn’t possibly be anything that could ruin this day and yet something was coming that would.
this sounds beautiful! i love your description. please keep writing! can't wait to hear more updates from you bestie!!
I hope she makes a part 3 probably unlikely but you can always hope
I absolutely love your reviews of their writing! I would love for you to beta read my book for me! Your feedback is very strong and I could definitely use that for my book!
aww really! OF COURSEE id love tooo! id love to share my wips too!!❤️❤️
I love this reaction videos so much!
I love this reaction videos so much!
(Just for the heck of it, this is one of my favorite starts to a story)
The air felt cold as my shaky legs carried me down a narrow, dimly lit hall. Red and blue lights shone through the old windows.The sound of my rapid heartbeat was mostly drowned out by the echoing sirens of the police cars and ambulances outside. the floorboards creaked beneath my footsteps. "Everything's fine. This is all a big misunderstanding." that' what I tried to convince myself. However- as I near the end of the hall… I know that's not true. A metallic scent fills my nose. What happened here? I stopped in front of an old, I couldn't tell exactly what it was made out of, but it seemed like a dark-oak, or something similar to that. Slowly, I reach a shaky hand towards the small doorknob. My fingers hit the cold metal. Letting out a long, shaky breath, I wrap my hand tightly around the knob. After a few moments I mustered up the courage to open the door.
Sorry if this makes no sense lol
Ana, i love your videos!
here is a few paragraphs that i made from my story! (plus i am 9)
I follow mom to the upper deck of the ship. I see a box with silver and gold plastered over it. I gasp. What is this all about? Mom put a key in a keyhole and the box opened itself. A shimmering necklace with a light blue shell was pulled out by my mom.
Mom said “ this necklace was found last night and i think… that it shall belong to you.
“Really you do really mean it?”
“Yes I do.”
Mom gently placed the necklace down onto my neck.
“It's beautiful,” I whispered.
“Indeed it is.” Mom chuckled.
I thanked her and went down the ladder and saw something splashing in the water. It seemed like a wet piece of paper.
(i hope you like it!)
this sounds amazing!!❤️❤️
I started watching your video for the rainbow loom and I slowly started loving books and it's so awesome to see you become such an incredible writer. Much love ❤
thank u so much for sticking with me, it really means the world xx
You have a great reading voice.
Omg, I can tell you love your viewers from all the time you put into helping us. It is so awesome and I want you to know you are such an inspiration 🥰. Also, if you don’t mind I would love if you could read some of my book and give me some ideas…
aww ur seriously gonna make me cryyy tysm!! it truly means the world ❤️and ofc id love to hear ur ideas ahh!!!
part 2 ! part 2!
OMG I LOVE THIS I wish I could write like this but I’m only going into 9th grade and I’m currently working on my first draft for my novel and I wanted to put A part of it here. If you could critique it for me I would really appreciate that!!! 🥺🥺🥺
I stepped outside inhaling the cold dry air, snow rustling beneath my furry boots. Darkness encapsulated the sky. Afraid to get caught, I ran to the fairy well and made a wish.
oooo this sounds so mysterious!!
@@ananeu thank you!!!! Do you think it’s good enough or if I can make a novel at such a young age? Please help me out 🥺🥺😭
This was really interesting to watch! I commented mine but I think it might have been to long…. Ooops. But this was an amazing video to watch!
ILYSM! Hope you have an awesome day!!!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
awww thank uuuu! maybe i'll get to urs in part 3??? hehe good luck with ur writing bestie! xx
@@ananeu np! Ty! Love uuu❤️❤️❤️
Part 3 whoo whoo.
Part 3!!!!!
I've just finished the first chapter of my novel, and am working on the second chapter. So far, I'm liking where it is going.
Here's the first paragraph of Chapter 1: "Keshmiri Narina was the last woman Gul Hussein charmed and corrupted before his death. When they first met during the Soren Festival, she was married and three moons pregnant. They're meeting was entirely a chance encounter. It could've been avoided if the men, who saw themselves as Gul Hussein's friends, hadn't dragged him out into the city square."
this sounds so cool. ahhh
@@ananeu Thanks 😁 I'm working hard to one day publish my novel, and to see it become a bestseller.
@@ananeu Oh, yeah! When's your next "Reading Your Books" video? I loved each one you have made so far.
am i allowed to submit another chapter of mine? (:
courseeee xx
@@ananeu ok thx! when?
@@coryosnows wait where do you submit them?
Ana gushing over the stories while I'm gushing over the fact I have the same shirt as her