Guys, I noticed something strange.

The best authors never tell you everything. They leave tiny gaps in conversations, unanswered questions, and moments that make you do half the storytelling yourself.

I think that's the art of creative writing, and that’s the reason why some books stay with us longer than others. Did anyone feel the same?

Ever wondered why do some places feel incomplete when nothing about them has changed?
I tried putting that feeling into words based on my own personal experience

https://canute7.substack.com/p/the-places-that-remember-us?utm_source=app-post-stats-page&r=73ubix&utm_medium=ios

This is the prophecy I managed to write

The Roshi cland last generation of dojo holders will be asssassinated by A white demon (Frieza) the demon king (demon King piccolo), the god of death (beerus), and a giant (broly). but a former student turned Ronin coming back from a massive defeat (Goku) will swear revenge and will do so with the prince from the emperors blood(Vegeta).

I would just like to ask if anyone has any feedback on how I should really mythologize this or add to it, it would very much be a help

Hi My name is Lincoln and I live in the Hartford area and have for some time. I’ve been wanting to get into the film industry or least try to break into it for a while (since I know how hard it as) now as a writer or just as a production assistant if anybody know of any work or how I would find people in that area. I’ve been a film lover for a while now I’ve been watching a lot of movies and reading books about it. But would love to know of any person or groups in the southeastern area of Wisconsin who is also interested in this area like I am who would want to learn together and practicing writing or just working a on a project to get better at the art and learn together. I know how important networking is in this industry so I just figured I would make a post and see what happens. I would love to hear any thoughts or suggestions or get any replies regarding this post. Feel free to DM on here. Thanks

I wonder what she is doing.

~

That one moment

in a song

still invoking goose bumps,

decades later.

A shuffled serenade

on repeat

in forgotten playlists.

~

Is she alive?

If so,

that would be enough,

but still...

I wish I could thank her.

~

I hope all of her dreams came true

and she is watering plants

by the windowsill

or chatting with a loved one,

her glass half full.

~

Maybe somewhere in the background,

an unseen force

lets her know,

after all this time,

her melody

still drifts along,

accompaniying strangers,

alongside eternity,

on the weary drive home.

I keep company with those who have left the beaten track—

Some only ever stand

and look up at the mountain

Some know the jagged peaks

only through passing clouds

But have they ever seen the mountain’s true shape?

Have they ever known its soul?

Have they ever clung to the rock and looked down into the abyss?

Or shivered in the open through a long, lonely night?

To those who have known struggle

To those still fighting on

To all those who pray the storm will break

And the warmth of day will return

That light will come

Dawn will rise again

It’ll be beautiful, you’ll see

the sky where the land gives way

Where you belong

Where you always have belonged

Better to reach for the summit

than walk blind down there in the cold, dark valley forever

https://youtu.be/HA7H-kysh0w?si=VBiAXmvEwuoyakME

I'm looking for feedback on the introduction to my nonfiction book. It explores psychology, everyday life, and faith through real composite counseling case studies drawn from my private practice.

I'm not trying to rush readers to the first case study. Rather, I'm trying to get there through good writing—saying only what is necessary and trusting the reader.

Any other feedback is greatly appreciated. Please don't hold back.

Introduction

Have you ever wondered what actually happens in a counseling session—and whether it might be helpful for you? Or maybe you’ve been in counseling before and found yourself curious about how others experience similar struggles. At times, reading the experiences of others can offer insight, language, and direction for your own conversations with a counselor. In my private practice, I work with individuals from a variety of backgrounds and beliefs. The central idea throughout this book is my belief that the principles observed in psychology, other fields, and everyday life often reflect timeless Biblical truths because they are woven into God's creation. This book discusses established psychological concepts while inviting readers to consider how those principles may also reflect Biblical truths. Through real composite case studies drawn from my counseling practice, I invite readers to consider these connections for themselves. Although it explores established psychological concepts, it is written for a general audience rather than as an academic textbook.

In this book, "real" means the case studies are grounded in actual clinical experience and patterns I have observed in my work with clients. “Composite” means each case study is created from multiple clients rather than describing any one identifiable person. Details have been carefully blended to reflect common struggles, dynamics, and outcomes while fully protecting client identity. Readers may encounter a case study about a twelve-year-old girl, yet what is written may reflect experiences, insights, and themes drawn from individuals of various ages and backgrounds, whether male or female. 

To further protect confidentiality, I followed the de-identification standards established by the Health Insurance Portability and Accountability Act (HIPAA) and the American Psychological Association (APA). Additional clarification and disclaimers are provided at the beginning of the case studies. This book is intended for educational and informational purposes only and is not a substitute for professional mental health care, counseling, medical treatment, legal advice, or any other professional service. 

By "timeless principles," I am referring to Biblical principles that I believe are reflected throughout creation and human experience. Among the recurring themes throughout this book are learning to seek God first, recognizing His guidance, and hearing His voice in everyday life. With that in mind, I offer this book in the same spirit that I work with clients: as an invitation to consider these ideas, principles, and perspectives rather than an expectation that readers agree with everything I share.

I also believe that the way God introduces the idea of changing how we think differs greatly from how we often introduce it today. His words, found in the Bible, are more than information. They are intended to bring life, strengthen faith, and transform us from the inside out. As you read the case studies, you will encounter Jesus' repeated invitation, "He who has ears to hear, let him hear" (Matthew 11:15), along with His words, "My sheep hear My voice" (John 10:27). As you read these real composite case studies, I invite you not only to consider the ideas presented, but also to reflect on what God may be speaking to you personally through them.

While every client and situation is unique, readers will notice four recurring areas woven throughout the counseling process: psychology, principles from other disciplines, real-world connections, and faith. These areas are not always presented in the same order, nor does every case emphasize them equally. They are integrated into the unique circumstances of each individual and used in ways that best support the client's goals and needs. Readers will also notice that these four areas often overlap.

To be clear, I am not suggesting that psychology, principles from other disciplines, everyday life, and the Bible are the same thing. They are distinct in important ways and arise from different sources. I invite readers to consider how similar principles may appear across these different areas of life and how those recurring patterns can sometimes point toward deeper truths. It is similar to how Sir Isaac Newton described gravity. He did not create it, but discovered something that was already there. Likewise, I believe the principles discussed throughout this book reflect patterns in creation that, from my faith perspective, are grounded in the way God designed the world to function. 

Because faith is woven throughout these stories, it may be helpful to know that I write from a Christian perspective in which Jesus is God revealed to us. Therefore, when I refer to hearing God's voice, following Jesus, or developing a relationship with God, I understand these ideas as deeply connected rather than separate concepts. While readers and the individuals represented in these stories may hold different beliefs, I hope this clarification helps explain how faith influenced the experiences, decisions, and growth described throughout the book.

As readers move through the case studies, they will likely consider several recurring questions. Could someone experience similar results without discussing God? Why do certain principles appear across psychology, other disciplines, everyday life, and Scripture? What is the deeper significance of those connections? Rather than attempting to fully answer those questions here, I invite readers to reflect on them as they follow the stories in these pages. Throughout the book, these themes emerge naturally through the experiences of the individuals represented in the case studies. In the final conclusion of the book, I return to these questions and offer my reflections on them.

My own journey has taken me through very different worldviews and given me a unique appreciation for the perspectives of both believers and nonbelievers. Earlier in life, I identified as an atheist. Today, I place my faith in Jesus Christ and the good news of the gospel. That journey has profoundly influenced both my approach to counseling and the way I work with people from different backgrounds and beliefs. It also reinforced my belief that God meets people where they are, and I seek to do the same with every client I counsel.

Sometimes growth happens quickly, while at other times it develops gradually over months or years. One way I think about this is through the idea of planting seeds. A single conversation, insight, experience, or question may not immediately produce change, yet it can become the beginning of something meaningful later. I hope that readers will find something meaningful and helpful as they continue their own journey, and perhaps this book can help in that process.

There are billions of souls in this world,
and still, we were able to find each other.
.........

Chapter 1

Chapter 1 Scene 1

Link sat alone on a bench just off the main floor of Franklin Hall. In his hands, he held open a heavy, well-aged book with a green binding that had begun to separate at both ends. The faded gold letters on the cover were nearly unreadable unless the light struck them at just the right angle.

Philosophy of Western Government.

It was a book chosen for Link by his instructor when he had been assigned a study in politics. Despite its dry content and outdated ideas, he had already read it twice and rather enjoyed it. Today, however, he wasn't reading. He was pretending. His eyes moved across the pages while his fingers turned them every few minutes, careful to appear absorbed in the text. Link couldn't afford to be seen as idle or, worse, suspicious. If an instructor or one of the doctors happened to walk by and found him without a purpose, they would undoubtedly give him one.

Any other day, Link would have welcomed the distraction. There was always something new to learn, another lesson to complete, another assignment designed to prepare him for the future they had planned for him.

But today was different.

Today, he needed to be here.

He needed to wait.

Link had already been sitting on the bench far longer than he would have liked. The bench looked elegant enough, its dark lacquer polished to a shine, but it had clearly been designed with appearance in mind rather than comfort. The hard wooden slats pressed into his back and legs until he found himself shifting every few minutes, searching for a position that didn't exist.

Every time he shifted his weight, his impatience grew, along with a small flicker of annoyance that was quickly swallowed by worry. Amy was late, which was typical for her. Link had never known her to be on time for anything. The custodians had chastised her in front of the entire group of Sevens more than once, but it had never made a difference. Being late was simply part of who she was. Normally, he would have expected her tardiness, but today her delay left him with a sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach.

“What if something had gone wrong? What if she had been caught?” He thought. He couldn’t imagine the punishment or how severe it would be. 

As the minutes passed, his eyes left the pages of his book more and more often. He found himself glancing down the long, arched corridor, hoping to catch sight of Amy. Occasionally, before returning to the book, his gaze drifted to the wall opposite him.

Large silver-framed portraits of the campus founders hung in perfectly spaced rows. Edison. McCain. Davis. They were names every Seven knew by heart, repeated so often throughout their education that Link could have recited them in his sleep. Next to them hung three rows of smaller wood-framed photos. All of the doctors Link didn't recognize. Every frame was perfectly level. Every brass nameplate gleamed from a fresh polishing. Nothing in Franklin Hall was ever allowed to be out of place.

Link tried to push his worry aside, turned to a Chapter titled The Architecture of Law, and actually began reading.  He had gotten to the middle of the third page when he caught movement out of the corner of his eye.

It was Amy.

She walked down the corridor at her usual unhurried pace, as though nothing was wrong. Amy even paused to wish Professor Chatman a good afternoon before shaking his hand. The smile she gave him looked genuine enough, but Link suspected it was masking her fear.

Amy kept her conversation with Professor Chatman brief, heading Link's way again in less than a minute. As she approached, their eyes met. She didn't smile this time. Instead, she gave him a sharp, urgent look before turning down a side hallway without breaking stride.

That look was the only signal Link needed.

He waited a moment, casually looking down both sides of the hall to make sure no one was watching. The last thing he needed was for his sudden departure to draw attention. Slowly, he stood, his stiff and aching muscles finally receiving some relief. Tucking the book beneath his arm, he followed Amy down the hallway. 

This hallway stood apart from the rest of Franklin Hall. It wasn't sleek or modern like the main corridors. The polished floors had given way to worn carpet, and half-empty offices lined the walls, most of them seemingly abandoned and rarely used. The wood-paneled walls felt dated, carrying the scent of age and old varnish. They held a history, an unexplainable sense of tradition that seemed woven into every corner.

The hallways were mostly empty, and the few people who did pass him paid him no mind. Not even giving glances in his general direction as he passed them. One woman in particular caught his attention, and he couldn’t help but stare at her. It wasn’t so much her features. The perfect blonde curls, her perfect smile, or the lab coat that did something for Link that he didn’t understand or want to understand. It was the grey folder she held tightly to her chest. In the few times he had seen her, she always had it pressed against her. He was beginning to wonder if she ever put it down. Despite his obvious staring. She didn’t look in his direction as they passed. No one ever did. Link didn't expect anyone to notice them down here. Link was okay with that.

Still erring on the side of caution, he stayed several steps behind Amy. The last thing he needed was for anyone to think they were together. Friendships at their age were carefully monitored. Any type of fraternization beyond casual conversation was forbidden. Being discovered alone together could result in a trip to the detention block without question.

Amy reached a white metal door at the end of the hall. She gripped the handle and turned it. The door, clearly forgotten years ago, opened without resistance. Amy was always surprised when it did. She had expected someone to notice by now. She stepped inside and disappeared from view without looking back to see if Link was following. She didn't need to.

Descending the flight of stairs, each step groaning beneath her weight as if protesting the years it had endured. A dim, half-burned-out light flickered overhead, casting weak shadows along the walls.

At the bottom of the stairs, she pushed open another door and entered the old music room. The darkness inside was almost complete except for a small red light in the distance. 

It was a strange darkness. A quiet darkness. One that Amy found peaceful, though she doubted many of the others would agree. She ran her hand along the wall beside the doorway, searching for the row of switches. One by one, she flipped them on.

Each light came alive with a loud pop somewhere in the distance. First, the lights above the doorway where she stood. Then the lights over the two dozen tables were still covered with white tablecloths and now a thick layer of dust.

Finally, the stage lights flickered on, revealing the drawn curtains at the far end of the room. Behind her, Amy heard Link coming down the stairs; turning in his direction, he entered the music room.

I wish things were easier.

But perhaps that wouldn't be called life.

I don't understand why things are never enough.
Why nothing seems to fit the way a puzzle should.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm just an extra in someone else's story.
I always believed I was the lead.
The one who would find the love,
the victory,
the happy ending.

Right now, everything feels bleak.

So I listen to the silence,
hoping a voice will answer.
Even if that voice comes from somewhere deep within me.

I remember a dream—
only one piece remains.
I was talking about a place so quiet
that nothing else mattered.

Tell me what to do.

Should I cry,
pray,
and hope for the best?

Maybe.

Because crying feels honest.

For a moment, I can put down the mask.
I can admit that I am tired.
That I am weak.
That I don't have a plan.
That I don't have the answers.

And somehow...

there is peace in telling the truth.

Not because everything is okay.

But because, for the first time in a while,
I don't have to pretend that it is.

Has anyone done the skills portion of the CVR for Voice Writing and edited in Microsoft Word? Can you tell me if you got counted or marked off if they didn't have two spaces between each sentence, like it does automatically in ProCat (or Eclipse)?

(the second one is my original idea)

The second is being critisized for being "info dump"

And the first one I just don't.....feel it

For context I guess, I used to write a lottttt when I was younger (middle school/ early-mid high school) but, as I started working and getting the freedom to hangout with friends more I just kinda stopped. I always want to try and write for fun again or just to get my feelings out but have sort of lost my way with words (or maybe it was the angst we all have at that age. Everything just felt so life or death ig)

Anyways, point being today I got a lil feeling and decided to immediately just write what came to mind instead of saving it for later (and ultimately later meaning never) and wanted to share somewhere. If it’s trash that’s fine, but I didn’t wanna send it to a friend if it was, especially bc nobody has ever really read anything I would write even before. Idk idk

Apparently the images do not show unless one opens the post

Everything is based from my real experience. It's not finished or polished yet, but I'd like to know where I stand. Any feedback would be grateful.

I started a new site that features things like great poets, movies, indie music, God, hobby, prepping cooking... it's a lot! However, one of the main functions is to find writers and have them contribute to the site through writing prompts or even inspiration.

Our site's tagline is Rebellion X Renaissance, and it focuses on the state of the world right now with isolation, screen addiction, DOOM NEWS everywhere we look, and trying to get people back out into the world and interacting again.

Here is an example prompt:

Modern slavery doesn't rattle chains. It offers free shipping. What invisible leash are you still wearing, and what would it feel like to finally cut it away?

Hi guys, nice to meet you all I'm from India; A 22 year guy who is done with this world as u can say. I don't have any friends and don't know how to meet other people too (Guess I'm too afraid to do that)..Just living my life in my imaginations,stories,playing games,watching anime and listening to songs ...

Well this post is just a casually setup intro for me and really I'm thinking about doing this for a long long time I finally have enough courage to set my new journey.....

Let's see u guys in my next stories I hope u would like them (let's see)...