Advicewanted Stories

Fun story/ maybe series with info based on different mobile games turned into one!

A rough draft that I've spent a while working on. Laina struggles through the events of her past as she helps the new object of a prophecy through his missions. Will the pressure of tracing her footsteps break her or finally let her move on? Constructive criticism is welcome, but please do not comment on the plot unless it cleans up what is already there. Warning: the first chapter is an absolute cringe fest, it gets better from there

Poetry of the mind from the heart. Advice and criticism requested.

A compilation of short stories that I write when I'm bored or I procrastinate. Some of them are sad, some happy, some will be mixed. However, the author likes sad things so there will probably be a lot of sad things in here. Updates are uncertain and irregular, but post what you think about it and I might make more. As I am an amateur who has never written before, any writing advice would be appreciated. Criticism is welcome as long as there is a point to it (Instead of saying its bad, please say why so I can improve)

I don't often get the urge to write, it's a specific mood I have to be in to want it. I really do love literature, plays such as The Crucible (Arthur Miller) specifically. I'd love some advice on my writing, always wanted to ask for it before but don't quite have the nerve to request it from someone in person. This is the start of a stalker(ish) story, involving a currently unnamed girl who is being watched by a stranger. It has a partially-omniscient narrator and I believe I'll use a linear structure for the most part. Here's my actual... Blurb? Looking in, through the simple, white frame window, he saw how broken she was. He rested one finger gently onto the glass, leaving a print upon the freshly cleaned surface which just hours earlier was coated with debris of unknown origin. He appreciated the balance between smooth and strong not only in the glass; but the girl too. Her eyes looked blankly up at the ceiling. Her arm sprawled out, trailing over mattress and blue-tinted sheet, to the border, over the edge, her fingers traced the detail within the woodwork of the handmade mahogany frame. She had found herself here after a conversation on the walk home from college. The talk was nothing new, the usual drama between friends, a situation resolved with a text filled with words dusted over by false promise and followed by an entourage of rainbow love hearts and kisses. This concept, however, had started her fall into a slip and slide of darkness, lost friendships that could not be fixed with her most sincere apology, even when it was not her place, tormented her. These were the thoughts that made her seaweed coloured eyes glaze over for minutes on end, tears swirling in the white abyss of her sclera. Unfocused on the world around her, she was living in memories now and the man smiled in, his heart warming at how small and fragile she seemed in this light, how exposed she became when she thought herself alone.

this is a little story i'm writing so i need feedback im still working on the title and cover the full story isn't even really finished yet i only have three chapters done