World of Writers discussion

Hello :) I'm Alice and this is just a place I can get some ideas down on and share it with others. Currently I'm working on a new novel (last one got chaotic in the middle ._.) and it's about witchcraft !! It's diverse and sapphic as hell (literally most of them are gay-) and is all female (except for the villains, which are, you guessed it, all men).

Aside from that, I write poetry when I'm inspired and maybe I'll share a few ~

All may comment here. In fact, it'd be great if you could pitch in. With my novel, all constructive criticism or ideas are welcome and I *desperately* need it. I won't be upset and I just want to better myself as a writer.

i've started on my novel, and i'll post some excerpts some time soon

from the three povs of my main characters

Something bursted inside of her. White blood pumped straight to her head until all she could think, see, was the need to release. So she released.
The consequences of that single action had sent Carmen to Sage Island, which in of itself wasn’t a bad thing. To her, the Daughters of the Dark Veil was likely the only coven that would welcome her with open arms.

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Amarys smiled at this action. “You’re getting better than me, looks like I’ll have to train more,” she said and leaned in to whisper something to the peony. Immediately clusters of seedlings sprung from the soft dirt. She looked like a fairy in the moment, or at least the closest a human could ever be to one. Amarys’s blonde hair was done up in a braid of white clovers, falling down to her waist. Freckles dotted her pale face and her eyes shone blue. Not only that, but her aura was a brilliant green.
Corellia only nodded slowly at her, not wishing to get into a competition on who was better. “Sometimes I kind of want to know what you’re saying to them,” she voiced. “It makes them so happy.”
Amarys winked and calmly stated, “You’ll have to ask the flowers.”

~

Lixúe’s hand reached out towards the white candle, fiery orange light igniting the wick. A sigil was etched into the hard wax, symbolizing air. Tomorrow would be official training, today would be her unofficial one. She stood up tall, focusing on her intention. The grass was pushed forward, tickling her ankles. The low grumble of the ocean only picked up its intensity. Her eyes closed and she felt the pale yellow light exit her body, fluttering away like butterflies. It felt so delicate, so precarious, but Lixúe wasn’t fooled. Around her, torrents of wind uprooted daffodils and blew her white hair in every direction. The wind whistled a haunting melody and the rustling of nature hummed back.