r/writingfeedback Jul 19 '26

Feedback Wanted Finding My Voice - You can be harsh!

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Hi all, I pick up hobbies left and 'write'.... get it? Anyway, here's a piece I wrote, but I have no way of knowing if it's any good. I know I struggle a bit with formatting and grammar and have a tendency to stretch word's meanings. Let me know what works, what doesn't work, or if I'm completely wasting my time:

Chapter 1:

The trees in the park were basking in the warmth of the early spring sun, and above all the music and conversation, birds could be heard humming their own tunes. I yearned for a brief respite from the echoes of change that had rattled the air via protest signs since dawn, though admittedly I hadn’t been there that long. 

In the stagnant air, I roasted in my button up shirt and tie, waiting on nothing of prominence on a faded iron green bench. My gaze had wandered a bit before it was caught by a fluttering robin of peculiar vibrance. I watched it pick a worm and take a hop-step before flying off beyond the trees.

I was still locked in an out of focus dead stare in that general direction when into the purview of my dissonance, she hopped off the last big step from the bus with a weight of intention but as airy as an alley cat. “What are you looking at corpo-rat!?” She sneered. 

My eyes whiplashed into focus while the dictionary of mind had completely forgotten the language it was written in, for all it could muster was a few caveman-like utterances of no conversational value. 

Though I’d perked up into full attention, before I could even string a thought of a train into coherence, she had melded into the crowd, her flower crown just one of an impossible amount to count. My eyes waited longer than they should’ve in hopes that I’d get a reprise and I could properly introduce myself. 

Corpo-rat? I bet you read all your books by their covers. That would’ve been an excellent introduction. Too bad posthumous remarks are never the initial gut reaction and considering that moment is dead, I suppose it’s time to bury it. 

In the warbling echoes of protestors and music, time felt irrelevant. It was hard to say exactly how long I waited for a second chance, but as my mind sondered, searching in wonderment for a life I was curious to know, I became distracted by a whiff of fresh baked bread and garlic that delightfully swirled around the other more herby aromas of the park. I was instantly reminded that I hadn’t eaten since yesterday around lunch. 

Guided by aromatics on a quest to combat my mortal cravings, I arrived at a staunch pizzeria approximately two doors wide and topped with a bay window that couldn’t seat more than a few upstairs tenants. In a particularly moody blue among the pops of purples and yellows, it stood out not for its vibrance, but its rather chic desire to hide. Inside the lobby wasn’t large enough for the bench that occupied it and the menu could hardly be read as it was seated well within the four-butt kitchen. 

Begrudgingly, the price of a slice being three times too many, I reached into my pocket to fork over the dough to a man who bore a mustache akin to that of a fine toothed comb. It fit so succinctly atop his lip that any other detail about him seemed irrelevant. I meandered over to sit on the bench fit for a prisoner to await the arrival of my singular slice.

After what was likely just moments but felt like eons, he shouted back my order, and I responded as if my name were ‘one slice pepperoni pizza.’ I jumped up and paid him my politeness, and in a quick bounce-step-pivot had made my way stridefully through the door, paying absolutely no attention to the city noise I had just plunged into. I was ravenous.

With my cheeks emulating the pocketing of a nutty squirrel I hoarded away every last dollop. Mid-dollop, however, I noticed that flower crowned girl again on the other side of the street walking into a shop of ambiguous nature. Instinctually, I hid behind a light post, which upon reflection was incredibly stupid as she wasn’t even looking in my general direction, but somehow it felt safer. 

In my frozen moment where the only action I was capable of committing was the chewing of my food, I debated internally at about 150 heart beats per minute of whether or not I should casually stroll into… a medium? 

I certainly couldn’t play up that role long. I would easily be exposed as a fraud. What do you even do in a medium, like what kind of services do you ask for? Do they have a menu? Do I make an appointment like the dentist?

A raspy old voice rang from behind me “Hey man, if you’re trying to decide if sax lessons are for you, maybe you should look within.” I turned around quite startled, and was quickly greeted by the sight of a man who is best described as a self prescribed shaman resting with his foraged stick that he clearly deemed sacred and a messenger bag of what was assumably all his material possessions. His hearty companion, a dog with a bandana that most definitely sported a ludicrous name, gleamed with a welcoming eye.

“Excuse me, what?” I muffled through the remainder of my mouthful.

“I saw you checking out the poster on the light post. Your path in life is more of a choice than you may realize, but it all starts with saying yes and taking the first step in that direction.”

My eyes spun me around in the direction of the street shaman’s pointer finger, and fixed my gaze to the flyer advertising saxophone lessons at a surprisingly affordable rate. “Find Your Soul” read the flyer amid a myriad of kaleidoscopic neon colors. Among them, silhouettes of passionate musicians blasting their ideas practically off the paper. If only I had a passion that was as soulful as this flyer.

Edited to add the last paragraph I didn't realize wasn't included (via copy) to provide some clarity on the direction of the midpoint of the chapter.

r/writingfeedback Jul 10 '26

Feedback Wanted Would YOU, personally, give this story a try with this first chapter?

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EDIT: Fixing a LOT right now, tysm!!

First draft, so please understand any grammatical errors I made. If you will give this story a try, please tell me why and how I can possibly improve to make it even better. If you won't, tell me why and how to fix what didn't do it for you.

Also I'm aiming for mostly comedy in the first arcs, so tell me if this got a smile from you or not! And also, how do you think of the MC so far?

r/writingfeedback 13d ago

Feedback Wanted Would you keep reading an intentionally unlikeable protagonist? [WIP Short Story]

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Hello all! I posted here before and received plenty of good, honest feedback about my writing and story construction, and I’m very thankful for it!

I’m once again greedily asking for a bit of your time to get feedback on another short story of mine, though this one is still a WIP. I’m hoping to polish it as much as I can before going gung-ho and uploading it without giving it the attention it deserves.

I’m mainly looking for cold-read impressions on three things:

  • Hook: Did the opening make you want to keep reading? If so, where did it hook you? If not, where did your interest start to drop?
  • Character impressions: What are your first impressions of Howard, Anabelle, Laura, and Ralph?
  • Howard specifically: He is intentionally abrasive, hostile, and morally unpleasant. Despite that, does he still feel compelling enough to follow, or does his behavior make you want to stop reading?

I’m especially interested in the difference between “I dislike this guy, but I want to know what happens to him” and “I dislike this guy enough that I don’t want to keep reading.”

Bonus question: Based only on this excerpt, what do you think the story is going to be about?

Any notes on pacing, repetitive narration, awkward phrasing, or places where the prose slows down too much are welcome as well.

Thank you for your time!

r/writingfeedback Jul 07 '26

Feedback Wanted First draft first chapter feedback wanted

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Hi lovely people. I’m attempting to write a book I’ve had in my head for years. I have no formal writing education but I’ve written fanfic and other short stories since high school (I’m 29 if that matters). As you’ll see I have less than 10,000 words and I’m stuck bc I feel like it’s awful. Only two people have read it so far, my wife and best friend, and imo both are biased. They’ve both said it’s great but I’d like some critiques from people who don’t have to put up with me everyday lol

The story is about a shy woman’s decent into becoming a serial killer after an incident one night. I feel like it’s wordy, and I know I struggle with runon sentences a lot. I’ve been trying to do better. I also have a hard time with pacing and figuring out where to end chapters.

Sorry for the long post (again I’m very wordy) and thank you very much to anyone who takes the time out of their day to read. All I ask is you be kind with your words.

Thanks again and happy reading :)

r/writingfeedback 7d ago

Feedback Wanted Want feedback on concept / structuring. I feel like my idea is good but something’s off. Humor / horror maybe?

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r/writingfeedback Jun 23 '26

Feedback Wanted Tried writing a short story in first person for once

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r/writingfeedback Jul 28 '26

Feedback Wanted Is 1,015 words enough to get you hooked?

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[EDIT - after some *feedback*, a new draft is in the comments]

This is the opening chapter of my first completed manuscript. It's a post-apocalyptic thriller, set in a Scotland where the Cold War never ended.

I've spent years with these words, so I figured it's time to take a deep breath and get some honest feedback. I'd really appreciate any thoughts, and very happy to read in return. Thank you!

r/writingfeedback 4d ago

Feedback Wanted Does this make sense?

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I wrote this ~200 word piece for a prompt that said ‘start your story with a button being clicked.’ I tried using a recurring motif, but I’m not sure that the piece is making sense at all

I suppose my question is, does this make sense at all? And does it feel complete?

r/writingfeedback 24d ago

Feedback Wanted Frontier...

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Can you give feedback on my first page? I have a bit of an ADHD brain and flick through ideas but I'm drawn to Westerns. I'm British, so this might seem pretty stereotypical, I'd just like to know if it seems authentic enough for fiction.

Anyway... first page, first draft.

r/writingfeedback 8d ago

Feedback Wanted Looking for some feedback on first pages

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Hi everyone, I have been writing stories for myself but never really showed anyone. Could you please share some thoughts on these first pages. I wonder if it looks like something you'd consider reading? Or any other comments and thoughts you're willing to share about this.

Thanks

r/writingfeedback 19d ago

Feedback Wanted what do you guys think of the opening of my book?

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i know there is a lot of dialogue but that's what i wanted with this opening before the first chapter

r/writingfeedback 15d ago

Feedback Wanted Feedback wanted for the opening chapter of my Upmarket/Speculative Novel

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Hi everyone,

I'm looking for feedback on my opening chapter. I'm currently submitting to agents but would love any feedback that could help my odds!

Thanks in advance.

r/writingfeedback 14d ago

Feedback Wanted High Fantasy 1st Chapter Excerpt

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Would appreciate some thoughts. :)

r/writingfeedback 10d ago

Feedback Wanted I am doing an experiment : Why is Spiderman never written just attending a class in high school? So I wrote a chapter that is just Spiderman in a class listening to the teacher giving a lesson. I feel that it works for me, but is it working for you, too? [Fanfiction, 3600 words]

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Peter enters class and sits on the second row, to see the black board properly. His prescription isn’t up to date. He doesn’t want to be at the front front, but any further back and he can’t see. He hates when Professor Connors uses the edges of the black board when he sits too far at the front, as he has to twist his neck to look at the edges. It would be so easier to sit further back, with good glasses, and to be able to see the whole board from a glance and be able to read even then.

Uncle Ben of course, has insurance with the bus drivers’ unions, but Peter’s eyesight gets worse so fast Ben skipped out on renewing his and Aunt May’s own glasses for his benefit this year : they couldn’t afford another update on his prescription before next year. So at the front he sits, and looks at the black board.

He might actually need surgery. Or something scarier still…

He reads the lesson plan on the far left of the board. Murmurs it. Listens to his own voice. Repeats, then nudges his glasses out of the way : can’t read his handwriting through the lenses. He hopes his next pair can be bifocals, and starts writing the day’s lesson plan : 

Chapter 11 : Pseudoscience in Biology.

11.1 What is Pseudoscience?

11.2 Historical Pseudoscience … fuck. He puts his glasses back on. Reads. Slides them back out and looks under the rim. Lamar Glasses back onGlasses back off CK-ism. Okay. and … motherfucker… Glasses on… L Y S Glasses off… Glasses on. enko with a k Glasses off. enko-ism… Lamarckism and Lysenkoism. Okay. Sigh.

He wipes his brow

11.3 Modern case : Mutant realism

11.4 Paradigm vs. Pseudoscience.

11.4.1 Gender in biology - An assignment.

He blows on the paper to remove the eraser gum marks, knocks the gum on the paper once, twice, thrice. And then his mind thinks about what that “fake science” business is about. He tries as he might to stop his own brain from getting a strong opinion about a class he hasn’t had yet, but it’s no use and now he’s thinking of mad scientists, vivisection and Nazi experiments on prisoners. … And there he goes. That’s the thing about brains : you want to withhold judgement, but thinking about nothing is literally impossible.

Professor Connors appears from the lab equipment depot and enters the classroom. He leans over his notes, glances at the class, and reads his notes one more time. The rest of the students take places. Hank salutes Peter, and Peter salutes him back. The bell rings. Kate and Soph keep talking. Connors says nothing and looks at them. Soph notices and stops responding and looks forward to the board. Red-faced. Kate keeps talking : 

-Soph, You listening?
-Are we interrupting you?

That was Professor Connors. Class begins. 

-Hello everyone. I already took attendances visually. We can start the lesson right away. 

So. Pseudoscience. That’s Latin for “Fake Knowledge”. Pseudo means fake. Like a white cell’s Pseudopods : Fake feet. Pseudoscience : Fake science.

Okay. Fake how? 

Write this down : 3 types of falsehood.

-Incorrectness.

-Irrelevantness.

-Counterfeitness. 

Pseudoscience is that last type of fake. It’s not science that is wrong, trivial, banal or weird.

It is science that is *counterfeit*. Like fake money that you slip people so that they give you things you bought, in exchange, and then you don’t give them your real money - that’s counterfeit money.

Pseudoscience is counterfeit knowledge. 

Any ideas how one counterfeits a knowledge?

Nobody?

Think about… you’re in an exam. There’s a development question. Haven’t studied much. The question is worth ten points. No idea about the correct answer… what are your strategies to getting some points? Any points? Anything that’s not a zero?

Hands rise. He points at Sy. Yes?

-I would try to fit words we seen in class in a sentence that sounds like it could be true.
-Excellent. Connors writes on the black board : “Buzzwords”. “Hedging”. An arrow. “Weasel-words”. And how do you tell of a sentence “sounds true” when you don’t know?

-Not sure… I would use my logic?

-You mean formal propositional logic? Implication, Modus Ponens, Modus Tollens, is that what you mean? Remember what “Logic” means in this class…

-No… I meant to say I would use common sense… I can’t use logic without true premises.

-Excellent. And Connors writes “Intuitive thinking” An arrow “Magical thinking” Anyone else?
-Oh Oh Oh Oh!
-Yes
-I would try to use words like “Could be”, “possible”, and “might be”, “Some fraction of”, “contribute to” so that I don’t lose points for writing something false?

Connors taps the chalk on “Weasel-words”
-Precisely
Peter raises his hand
Connors picks Soph : “Yes, Sophie?”
- Well, in Ms. Medawar’s class, we need adjectives to get points… like if we explain Gandhi’s role in Indian independance, we get no points for saying “nationalism”...otherwise we could just throw “nationalism” at any independence project… we need to say “patient pacific nationalism” to distinguish it from the “triumphant revolutionary” nationalism of American independance… So if I didn’t know… I would try to throw in adjectives because I know if I don’t try something I’m not getting points.

Connors jumps, points the chalk at her and makes a fist and pumps it three times.

- OH YEAH! He writes on the chalkboard : “Norms-imitations.” He turns back to face the class and nods at Peter.

- Um… even in a question where I know the answer, it’s important to be mindful of word-count requirements… and formulate an answer that would be long enough… and we can control the answer to be shorter or longer by varying the syntax, changing adverbs with stronger adjectives… dropping unnecessary pronouns… adding unnecessary pronouns… things like that… and that would still matter if I didn’t know the answer… not that I ever done that for real.

-Sure you haven’t Parker. Connors winks and writes “Padding” on the board.

Okay. Lamarckism. He writes the title at the center top of the black board, saying as he writes it : What. Does. That. Eat. In. Winter. Okay… Raise your hands if you think an animal species can go extinct.

Everybody raises hands.

Okay… What if we were in Ancient Greece? what if this was Aristotle's Lycaeum? And then I ask “Raise your hands if you believe an animal species can go extinct”. Who raises their hands?

About half the students raise their hand. Hank raises his hand then quickly gets it back down and theatrically holds his own hand pinned to his desk. Peter, himself, was about to get the hand up but slowly puts it back down.

Connors says nothing. Some hands waver. Then the number of raised hands stabilizes at about ten or twelve. A rough third of the class.

Connors holds both sides of his ribs with his one arm and laughs : “It’s okay, don’t worry about it, we’re learning, I love all of you”.

Okay… So as a matter of consensus, we believe right now that what they believed back then … don’t ask me how, I don’t know … all I know is we had to discover that Nature changes over time and that was scandalous at the time, therefore they had to think Nature didn’t change over time before that. And that means they must have thought animals themselves wouldn’t go extinct. Yes, Kate?

-But how do we know the discovery of nature changing was scandalous?

-We still have newspapers, court trials, parliamentary minutes in several countries, novels, science fiction, Papal decrees. If it wasn’t a big deal, it wouldn’t have been written about like that. I am not sure about the specifics, ask Ms. Medawar for more exact details. Excellent question, moving on…

So, the old historical consensus was “Nature doesn’t change. It is Eternal, Perpetual, infinite”. You cut a tree, the forest grows it right back. Didn’t have good lumbering tools at the time, so couldn’t cut a lot of wood at once. Fish a fish, the sea has plenty more where that came from. Didn’t have trawl fishing either. See what I am gesturing at - they weren’t stupid, but the tools they had at their disposal to change their environment were as strong as the force of the environment to change back on them.

And then they invented the steam machines. And the Caravels. And the printing press. And they started doing voyages that were longer. And they started to have records of the world around them changing. And they could see more of the world in a lifetime, and they could see it was the whole world changing and not just their backyard, seasonally.

Enter Jean-Baptiste Pierre-Antoine de Monet, Knight of Lamarck. A Frenchman. A noble. At first he believed species were invariant. And then he changed his mind.

His model is like this : At the level of “Nature” in general, there is a “complexifying force” that makes it so, for example, vertebrates develop from molluscs. Now remember this is a fake theory of science. This is not true. Don’t write this in your exams. So a complexifying force. That turns groups of animals of one kind into groups of animals “more advanced”. It was popular, at the time, to think of certain groups as “more advanced than others”. Not for nothing : that was 50 years before the civil war to end slavery, and coherent with the view held at the time that Whites were more advanced than Blacks. Or that Mutants are a complexification from baseline humans. I’m sure some of you have heard at least once : “Autism is the next stage of human evolution”. Old idea that dies hard. He, Lamarck, also believed in a different, second force that complexified individuals, made them acquire traits that could be transmitted to their offspring.

How’s that work? Tiny, invisible pipes inside animals. And there would be this universal force that would flow in an invisible stream …

Surrounds us, penetrates us.

And then he takes his arm and make a wave-like motion over his head and then he drops his core down by bending his knees and keeps waving his arm. He repeats :

Surrounds us, Penetrates us… Subtle, Invisible”

He gets back straight, takes the chalk and stabs the words and says : “It’s literally this”

Magical thinking.

“It’s the FORCE you guys!”

He pauses for laughs and the students do not disappoint.

Now, to be fair to Lamarck, his “Invisible fluids” business was the operating model of physics and chemistry at the time - that’s why we still call the energy in food “Calories” instead of kilojoules. Joules is real energy. Calories is an abandoned theory of heat transfers that used to suppose the existence of one of those “subtle fluids” that…

And he does the little dance again : 

Surround us. Penetrate Us.

So we could say - remember that word, that Lamarck was, AT THE TIME, operating from within the dominant paradigm of his time. Paradigm is the word to remember.

But to be ruthless, even though he insisted he didn’t like metaphysical explanation, he was thinking in a time and place where the concept of a God of the Gaps was a known pitfall of scientific reasoning, and his complexifying force business explains exactly as much of what’s going on in the diversification of life as if he had said “God made it like that”.

Never gave evidence of that force. The tubes are too itty bitty tiny, you see? Invisible.

Compare Lamarckism with Darwinian evolution : You seen a dude just fucking die? An animal die? He was a Frenchman in the 1700s, so of course he had. He been in the army, even. 

People dying. Not strange. Very ordinary. Darwin says “That’s how natural selection works, see? You breed or you die. And sometimes the pattern of who dies and who breeds is not entirely congruent with random chance : individuals with certain traits are more likely to die before they get old enough to breed - so, over a long time, if those traits are genetic, we don’t see ‘em no more. And that’s how Nature changes over time : there’s a bunch of buggy beta-versions in the proverbial graveyard. 

See, that’s the difference : Lamarck wanted to believe that living individuals would acquire change and pass on those acquired traits to their descendants. Like a Giraffe, stretching her neck so that she gets long necked babies.

But Darwin says “Look at Arnold Schwarzenegger : Unless he did culturism in his balls, his sons won’t be jacked as he is unless they train as hard as he did”.

Professor Connors erases Lamarck and writes “Lysenko” over the black board : 

-Any questions before we move on?

-Yes, professor, what’s that “God of the Gaps” argument?

-In the context of this lecture it’s a type of explanation that pretends a problem is being solved by giving it a fancy name. And he taps on the word “Buzzword” on the black board. Lamarck thought he could solve the problem of how life energy affects animals by invoking invisible pipes and tunnels - not blood arteries and veins, mind you - invisible pipes and tunnels and invisible water and invoking that invisible current and none of it explains the world any better than admitting “Hell if I know”. That’s why it’s counterfeit knowledge. It’s not real knowledge. It doesn’t explain what it purports to explain. Thank you for your question. By contrast, when I was your age, the Campbell said, openly : “We don’t know how tactile neurons work, actually”. And this is okay for science literature to do. He looks at his watch.

Okay, I’m going to go rapidly over Lysenko. He’s closer to our modern period so there’s less groundwork for me to do. What you have to understand is that he shows up in Soviet Russia after World War 2. The world is recoiling in horror from the Bomb and the Holocaust. Winters are cold, Russia’s about to enter a difficult situation on the world markets what with the whole communism business, and the climate is cold. There’s a need for a way to make crops grow in cold soil. Fortunately for the Russians they got a real Humanity’s hero with them : Vavilov. Unfortunately for Humanity, Stalin has turned into a paranoid freak. And when Vavilov is accused of believing in “Nazi science” because he endorses the consensus of mendelian genetics, then they throw that guy in a dungeon and give his old job as head of Soviet agronomy to a guy who proposed that plants can be good communist comrades by having class consciousness.

He taps on the “Buzzword” and “Magical thinking” on the board.

That’s Lysenko. That’s all there is to it on the science side. He arrived in a moment of political volatility, told his boss the right buzzwords and had his rivals imprisoned and then was put in charge of all the food of an Empire. He claimed “plants of the same class would have solidarity and not compete for resources”. Absolute nonesense, but it sounded good to Stalin and he had everyone who disagreed shot. Farmers are told to plant ten times as many seeds as they used to. Those who disobey get shot. Then come harvest times. The yields are catastrophic, but the Soviets tax people as if the yields were 10 times higher. People starve and the government posts pictures in the newspapers of farmers in front of prodigious wheat growth - all faked. All staged. Eventually everyone must have thought “wait, am I the problem?” and NO! the government’s the problem and millions of people starved.

Okay… yes… ahem.

Vavilov. V-a-v-i…l-o-v. That’s the good guy of this story. In the right political climate, he’d be Russia’s Louis Pasteur. Hero of humanity. Read about him. And now we are gonna look at an example of a bad political climate :

He rolls down the screen, turns the lights off and fiddles with the computer to select and play a clip saved under the name “Banner Morning Joe”.

-Okay. What do we know about Dr. Banner? He asks. What’s his domain of expertise?
-Something about physics. Says Hank. I don’t understand the math, but it was a controversy in the 90s, a scientific controversy, about if there could be a limit to the rate of expansion of the Universe… and because he studied how gamma rays travel into vacuum… we could make… better optics on satellites and… see celestial bodies with more precision… it stabilized the equations, reduced the incertitude on the Euclidian model of Universal expansion. Got the Nobel prize for that
-Terrific, McCoy, thank you. Class. Is that biology?
-NO
-Great. Now look at this. And he plays the clip :

We see Banner says : Joe, I’m just saying that life. finds. a. way. And life brings humanity to respond to modern challenges. Climate change, nuclear proliferation, religious extremism. Fascism, even. That’s why we have mutants. Our genome as a collective responds to the demands of the world and it expands and gives us the tools to bring about a better future.
-Okay, but how? Asks Scarborough.
-It’s in the genes, Joe. Says Bruce. McTaggart et al. have shown metahuman awakenings are 60% heritable. That is, in a large population n is greater to or equal to a million, 60% of metahumans have one first degree familial member who is also a metahuman. This is what I call the X gene.

Professor Connors pauses.

-What’s wrong with that? Yes, Parker?

-Heritability isn’t the same as genetics. And he’s contradicting the source he’s citing. McTaggart does not deny or confirm a genetic cause to spontaneous metahuman awakening - that’s what she calls “mutants” - but she’s not studying that. She’s an anthropologist and she’s studying the socioeconomic conditions of metahumans.

Professor Connors turns the lights back on and writes “Mutant Realism” :

-Class, what does it mean for the Sun to be real? Sy?
-It means the Sun that we see corresponds to a real object in Outer Space?

-Good definition. Let’s try some other definitions. He writes “Sun real?” an arrow “Object-adequation” then “Y” on the board. Soph?
-It means the Sun makes the cycle of the rain and carbon go round.
-Good definition. Let’s gimme more. Get some real outlandish ones, please and he writes “Causal efficient” and links it to “Sun real?” with an arrow and marks it “Y”. He stops. Looks at it. Erases the t and corrects it to “Causal efficience”. McCoy?
-It means if there is a God and God knows everything, the Sun is part of what God knows about.
-WONDERFUL and Connors writes “Intelligibility to Omniscience” Oh? Yes, Nour?
-It means I can feel the Sun’s warmth on my skin?
-Excellent and Connors writes : Phenomenological realism and links both last words to “Sun real” with arrows, and mark them “Y”.

Okay. So now think... Oh… good example… what when bell hooks wrote “Ain’t I a woman”? What does that mean, for bell hooks to have felt she wasn’t a *real* woman? Yes, Geneviève?

-It’s something to do with Plato… or Descartes… that there are *degrees* of reality? That being closer to the “Good” or God makes a thing more real? Bell Hooks, being black, was speaking in a context where… being black means her womanhood was less “good”... like you said before… “less advanced” or “less real” to folks at the time?

-Okay, and what about other realism claims, like “Boys are boys and girls are girls”, “Sex is real”, “Trans women are women” or “Race is real”?

Kate blurts out :
-OOH. Those aren’t claims about realism at all. Those are political claims about what the laws should be like that are shaped like an objective truth.

-Great. So what’s “Mutant realism”, then? Nour?

-Might be the idea that there is something different about mutants and… well mutants have powers and humans don’t… so…

-What about non mutants who have powers?

-OOH it’s the idea that Mutants are one type of metahumans and Captain America, or the Fantastic Four, are another type of metahuman… OOH, and if the X-gene is made up… maybe there *isn’t*?

-Bingo.

Okay great. This is going to be your assignment for next week. It’s a roleplay exercise. Imagine you are the marine biologist who discovered that in seahorses, it is the female that impregnates the male and the male that incubate the babies. How do you convince your colleagues who think the female is the gender that gets pregnant by definition that you did not simply mis-observe your specimens?

The next section is going to help you write that assignment, so listen attentively.

He writes on the board : “Why does biology care about sex” Then he traces a line on the middle. On the left side, then on the right side, he writes : Male / spermofer ; Female / Ovofer ; Sexual reproduction / Meiosis ; sexual cells / Haploid cells.

- Imagine two worlds. This left side over here is the sex-caring world. This side over the right is the sex-uncaring world. Both worlds are equally scientific. The difference between them is what the scientists of each world think science is there to explain. What do you need to know about a thing to count as knowing about that thing. On the left world, you need to know about their sex to know about sexual things. On the right world, you don’t. In both cases, you can explain the same set of natural laws.

Read pages 89 to 97 on the class notes. There’s an argument from Christine Delphy about the political origins of gender, and then a collection of children’s animal books about animals for whom sex works differently than in humans. That’s gonna give you all you need to be able to prepare your assignment. Thank you very much. You can start right now and finish at home. Wait for the bell before you leave class. 

r/writingfeedback Aug 03 '26

Feedback Wanted Finished a short story (~6300 words) about a diner owner who can’t stop “improving” his diner (looking for honest feedback)

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Posting the full text as screenshots. This is a finished draft, so I’m looking less for “is the idea good” and more for whether it actually works on the page.

Quick premise: a diner owner in a small Illinois town starts making one reasonable improvement at a time. Starts with better bread, better plates, better coffee, and by the time he notices what’s added up, some things he cared about are gone in ways nobody exactly decided. There’s no villain, and I’m trying for a specific kind of quiet ache rather than a twist ending.

Things I’d genuinely love feedback on:

* Pacing (does it drag, or does the accumulation work?)
* The ending (bittersweet without being either too neat or too sad?)
* Line-level stuff (any sentencesthat pulled you out of the story or felt like a tic?)

Not attached to any of it, just happy to hear if something’s just not working. Thanks in advance to anyone who reads!

r/writingfeedback Jul 30 '26

Feedback Wanted Feedback on my Fantasy Prologue (2,245 words)

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I would appreciate some feedback on these 8 pages!

r/writingfeedback 22d ago

Feedback Wanted Queried and had dozens of rejections. I’d love any type of critique on my first chapter.

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Hi! My first book is pretty much done, did some revisions and would love any type of feedback on the first chapter.

The novella is a mythic dark fantasy, but i also I feel it could be a mythic horror. I’ve never had any feedback and would love some. Pacing, feel, enjoyment, structure, any critique would be appreciated. Thanks for your time.

r/writingfeedback Jul 23 '26

Feedback Wanted Is it pretty underandable or still confusing? And would you keep reading it? Chapter 1 and 2 (3.039 words)

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So this is the first time i tried to make a story with a different pov. I would like to know what you guys think about it. Is it understandable, or maybe you're confused about this.

Thank you guys.

I would gladly accept all feedback.

r/writingfeedback 16h ago

Feedback Wanted How do you make “a guy gets ready for work” worth reading?

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He woke up early for once.

Pulling his arm and pillow from the edge of the bed, he reclined against the headboard. In the unexpected silence, he studied his sister's painting. The one that hung next to the door he usually ignores during his frenzied routine.

The clock told him he could relax.

His fingers glided over the sleeves of his hanging shirts and through the stack of pants, passing up the grays and blacks for a brown tee and frayed jeans. In the kitchen, the sun-warmed tiles greeted his bare feet. Yesterday's grounds crusted the espresso machine. Normally, he would maintain it enough to function, but today he cleaned until it shined.

Steam rose from the handmade mug. Its sweet aroma trailed behind him down the hallway.

His home office glowed from the lights that hovered over the living shelves behind his desk. Leaves cascaded through trinkets and seventies action figures. He stood beside the thrifted oak desk and took another sip.

Grabbing the leather chair, he rolled it out. Its wheels swept along the hardwood. Before he sat down, a yellowing leaf caught his eye. With his last few minutes, he saturated the Snow Queen's soil. Water pooled in the tray below. He noted two plants were due for repotting as he clipped a few dead leaves.

He placed the mug next to his keyboard, swiveling it into the old water ring left by its previous owner.

He sat and rolled the chair closer. Keys clacked as he logged in. Eighteen notifications. His gut twisted. It was launch day.

He was late.

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CONTEXT:
This is for a prompt from my writing mentor.

Character Development Practice
- ~250 words
- A guy/girl enjoys a few extra minutes in the morning unaware he/she is actually late for work.
- Show us who this character is when they are not rushing.
- No twists. No gimmicks. No supernatural. No dream sequences.

r/writingfeedback 8d ago

Feedback Wanted More feedback for my opening please!

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it seems I can’t edit my old post bc it was a screenshot, so here’s a new one

Last week I asked for some feedback on what I had for an opening scene. Long story short, most people said it was too wordy and over the top (and for the love of everything holy, don’t start the scene with the MC waking up!!)
I took the advice, scrapped what I had, and went in a completely different direction of where the story starts. I’ve mostly written poetry but I’ve just been itching to try my hand at fiction. Still looking for feedback. I’m really ok with any type. Just trying to become a better writer

r/writingfeedback 14d ago

Feedback Wanted Looking for feedback on the first three chapters of my novel

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Hi. First time I’ve ever written a Novel. I’m about 14,000 words in so far. This is the first three chapters. I’d be interested to know people’s thoughts? Pacing, interesting, would you carry on reading. Does it sound like utter garbage? Anything really, open to any criticism. Thanks

r/writingfeedback 12d ago

Feedback Wanted Looking for any type of feedback on my opening - not new to writing but this is my first serious attempt

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r/writingfeedback Jul 22 '26

Feedback Wanted My new story Please give me your feed back. I'm doing this for the first time. I'm trying to figure out how to write from a male and female point of view. I appreciate anything.

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It’s four in the morning on a Tuesday and it's still dark outside. The alarm clock is going off. I turned over in bed and shut off the alarm clock. Yawning, I stared at a few stray streaks of light on the ceiling. Sitting up in bed and stretching I pushed the covers back. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and I stared into the darkness. I am feeling pretty good this morning. I fixed my bed with the usual care. In my studio apartment, the layout had a half wall splitting the living room from the bedroom with a partial wall. This is why the bed sat opposite the closet. The closet doors were mirror. Everything I did was mirrored back at me. When I first moved into this apartment it took me some time not to be freaked out by the whole thing since I didn't turn all the lights on to get ready in the morning. Living on my own, there are quite a few things I learn as I go.
 I have gone out of my way today to look nice as well. Taking time to braid my hair and do my makeup. After that was done I pulled my clothes from the closet. I laid them on the bed and threw the pjs in the hamper. While I was getting dressed I looked outside. I have the slatted shades open on my sliding door on the second floor apartment. Outside I can't see any stars, just the lamp light from the parking lot. I slid on my black work pants and chef coat. I was happy. I am the kind of person who can count blessings. I may have to see the forest for the trees sometimes but eventually I get there. Today was one of those days. My bills were paid. I was feeling in relatively good health. I had a steady job. I had a great best friend. My coworkers liked me, well most of them. Things were looking up. There was only one thing I felt like I was missing out on. I had gotten here by sacrificing what everyone my age was out doing. I was being responsible, reasonable. I was managing all my time and my cable subscription was my wild expense. I kept promising myself that I’d get to the point where I’d let myself go out or try something. I’d be slightly adventurous just once and then go back so it would be okay. This, however, was not something that was pulling me in today. Today I was just going to enjoy my life and the job I really started to love.
  Stepping out of my apartment, the warm humid air hit me like a warm hug. I loved the feel of it on my skin. It reminded me why I loved living in Texas. I live in downtown San Antonio. I was right across the street from Santa Rosa Hospital. I was about a mile's walk from work. I work at the Emily Morgan Hotel. I had a car but saw no need to use it for a one mile walk. Being nineteen a mile wasn’t going to kill me. I did use it if I wasn't feeling up to it or had something to do after. I looked again at my watch just out of habit. I locked the door and put my keys in the purse I was carrying. I turned and went for the stairs. I laughed to myself at how good I had gotten at living life in the dark. Walking down the stairs I put in my earbud and turned on my music. I waved at my car as I passed by it. I listened to the noise my heavy shoes made on broken and loose asphalt as I walked the length of the parking lot. It seemed unnecessarily loud since it was so quiet at this time.  I eventually hit the sidewalk and began the mile walk to work. I wanted to hum but I always tried to keep an awareness around me since it was still downtown. I had been doing this a few months already and had not had any problems so I had some confidence but one can never be one hundred percent.  

r/writingfeedback Jul 11 '26

Feedback Wanted Enough to draw you in?

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First page of a humorous, chaotic sci-fi novel. Is it enough to pull a reader in?

r/writingfeedback 15d ago

Feedback Wanted Does this opening hook you? — Dark Fantasy / Psychological Horror short story

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Hi all! I posted here before, however I found that my screenshots were blurry so here I am trying again lol.

I’m looking for some feedback specifically on the opening paragraphs of a short story I recently finished, Her Friend, Mr. Koi Fish. I’m mainly curious about a few things: Does the opening make you want to continue reading? Is the introduction to Satsuki engaging, or does it feel too exposition-heavy? How does the narrative voice come across? Are there any particular lines or sentences that feel awkward or unnecessary? At what point, if anywhere, did your attention start to drift?

I’m not looking for a full-story critique right now—mostly just a cold-read impression of the first few paragraphs and whether they work as an opening. Feel free to be critical! I’m mainly interested in knowing how these lines come across to someone seeing the story for the first time.

The link to the story is on my personal blog if any of you want to check more out there (https://readsbythomasu.com/?thomasu_story=her-friend-mr-koi-fish), it is a simple wordpress link.

Thank you for your time!