/lit/ - Literature

Hey lit, critique and read 5 chapters out of my new novel. (gonna be published on 1-1-12)

Ruthless trolls will be welcomed and loved.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1MQuRkQku3igsqdp93F4DnM47Xoo02s7zfoDWEjshFKo/edit?hl=en_US

As my heart beats, as my blood flows, I tend to forget the one that shows me the real meaning of things past and here. I live as a human, dying in fear of what is unknown will destroy me. I pass my life in the dignity of trash, believing I could be anything more than ash. My life had not direction, I did as I pleased, I was my master, the captain of my soul, and now I realize that was not the way to fill the hole in my heart, endlessly devouring, like the beast that has no home. I dyed, and now I know I was worthless. I know I had no mark. Other beasts celebrated me, but it was all for dead. If only I realized sooner, that being dirt, is one of the finest things one can be. That being trash was a secret honor. That being insignificant and figuresqe held a secret meaning. The strong beasts do not see it, they are blind, neither to the weak beasts see it, they also are blind. For me, strength has no hold. Intelligence has no meaning in this cold icy land. One day, I hope to be dirt again. I hope to be a festering, rotting pile of a dead animal. Because anything, anything at all, is more honorable than being human... The worst garbage to ever exist.

Hey lit, this is my second attempt at getting feedback for this bit of writing here. Please follow the link, read it, and let me know what you think of it. Of course, it being unedited, it is still a mess of typos and grammar-errors, but it is definitely still readable and enjoyable.

Thank you all for your time:
https://docs.google.com/document/d/114YoSfPCSNMRgPjiK1SHfGkOdtSYo_k6TbUyMZ7voP0/edit?hl=en_US

Hey there /lit/, I have been writing for over two years now some fantasy sci-fi. I am nearing the completion of the fourth and final novel in the series, so editing/finding a publisher will be upcoming. I just thought I would pass this by you guys and receive some criticism.

Linkie:
https://docs.google.com/document/d/114YoSfPCSNMRgPjiK1SHfGkOdtSYo_k6TbUyMZ7voP0/edit?hl=en_US

Thank you so much for your time and input.

Hullo, e/lit/ists.

I'm 17. I consider myself a good writer for my age -- apparently others readily agree. My English teacher last year openly referred to me as a wordsmith.

I know in my heart that I want to be a writer for my career. There's one problem -- I have a few short stories, but none are finished. I'm one of those people who sets out on a new project with huge gusto, and then leaves it incomplete for ages before coming back to it. If I declare creative writing as my major, I'll need to have material to back up the claim that I can write. How do I keep the motivation to write all the way through?

It doesn't help that reading professional authors' short stories tends to get me discouraged.

tl;dr, high school potential writefag has motivation issues