u/Mean-Scale2402

It's my first story on Wattpad and I'm not sure how it is. Therefore, I'm seeking some very honest feedback so that I can improve my writing.

This is my first story and I'm genuinely not sure about how it is.

Therefore, I'm looking for some brutally honest review so that I can improve my writing.

Thank you everyone who's ready to give this story a chance!

This is the first ever moodboard for my first ever story. What do you think about it?

Also if you're interested, I would also like feedback regarding my story.

Name - 'It's just a story, right?'

By- yesno127.

PS:- the story is not complete yet. It'll take quite some time to finish it. But the chapters are compact.

Even though it's my first story, I think I've managed to write something quite intriguing.

I'm open to any kind of criticism as well as appreciation.

This is my first ever story.

I'm open to any kind of feedback ☺️

I hope you give it a try

https://www.inkitt.com/stories/1749400

So I made a post this morning about my story cover and a lot of you actually bothered to stop and give your priceless feedback.

So I've decided to recreate the story cover a bit.

I want your feedback here as well.

Also, I'll drop the prologue of my story if anyone is interested:

PROLOGUE

Empty.

Too empty.

Scribbles on the gray wall .

A metal bench.

A small window.

A notebook. A pen beside it?

At the bug-eaten legs of the bed, a book—

It's....it's just a story, right?

The name of the book is: 'It's just a story, right?'

By yesno127.

On Wattpad.

Any kind of criticism is welcome. Also it's my first book!

1. This one does not use any AI.

2. Designed by me but polished by AI.

Which one should I choose as my story cover?

The moon is merely a rock.

A thief borrowing light from the sun.

Yet people still romanticize it.

Ophelia has never understood why.

Years within the suffocating walls of Ravensbrook Psychiatric Institute have stripped her of sentimentality. To her, people are nothing more than fragile minds wrapped in skin—desperately trying not to break.

But beyond the iron gates of the institute, hidden behind dying trees and stained glass windows, stands a mansion that refuses to leave her thoughts.

No one speaks of it.

No one approaches it.

Yet, night after night, Ophelia finds herself staring toward its silhouette as though something within it is quietly calling her name.

And some calls are better left unanswered.

Yet.....