Precious Reader

Helping authors strengthen pacing, characters, and reader engagement through honest, reader-focused feedback. https://www.fiverr.com/s/1qD9PQp

[preciousreader1]

Hi! I'm Precious.

I love reading stories and helping authors make them even stronger. As a beta reader, I provide honest, reader-focused feedback that highlights what works well and where readers might become confused, lose interest, or want more.

What I look at Character development Pacing Plot clarity Dialogue Emotional impact Reader engagement Overall reading experience

My goal isn't to rewrite your story it's to help you see it through the eyes of a reader while respecting your unique voice.

I'm always happy to chat about writing, worldbuilding, and storytelling, so don't hesitate to reach out or join the conversation on my posts.

If you're looking for beta reading, you can find my services here:

Preciou_reader: I will proofread and beta read your manuscript or novel professionally for $20 on fiverr.com

For only $20, Preciou_reader will proofread and beta read your manuscript or novel professionally. | Hello, are you looking for a profession

Thanks for stopping by, and happy writing! ✨

[ida-writes]

[preciousreader1]

One thing I've noticed is that writers rarely fall in love with their stories all at once.

It usually happens in moments.

A conversation that suddenly feels real.

A character who finally finds their voice.

A chapter that comes together better than expected.

A scene that reminds you why you started writing in the first place.

Those moments can carry a project through the difficult days.

What was the moment that made you fall in love with your current story?

[preciousreader1]

Every manuscript deserves thoughtful feedback, and reviews like this remind me why I enjoy beta reading.

Thank you to every author who trusts me with their stories. It means a lot.

If you're looking for detailed, reader-focused feedback on your manuscript, my Fiverr link is in my pinned post.

[preciousreader1]

I think one of the most revealing questions you can ask a writer is:

"What part of your story came first?"

Not the title.

Not the genre.

Not even the plot.

The very first thing.

Was it a character?

A scene?

A line of dialogue?

A setting?

A random "what if" question?

It's always fascinating to me because two people can end up writing completely different books from ideas that started in almost the same way.

Writers, what was the very first piece of your current project to exist?

[dragonbreathesfire8]

Children of the Weeping Sky

Perhaps it was the weeping sky,

In sorrow for a hidden love.

The drops did not taste bitter there,

As if from some angelic cry.

Yet still I stood beneath the storm,

My cooling tears against the heat,

To soothe the madness of my rage,

And quiet down the climate’s form.

Will they believe the words I say,

These drops are only children coming home?

Rescued sons and daughters, falling down,

To kiss the face of mothers far away?

Will they hear the song I sing?

Of this patter, their laughter is found?

As droplets leap to mothers' arms,

And dance into the pooling ground,

To cool the fumes that rage around.

Yet, still I stood beneath the storm,

With pooling tears and heavy stride,

To chase a river, freshly born,

Where blooms and missing dears abide,

Believing tales of thirst and pride.

[preciousreader1]

writers will spend hours fixing a sentence that readers would never even notice

not because the sentence is bad

but because something about it feels emotionally untrue

that kind of frustration is hard to explain to non-writers

[playbucky]

For those who don’t know I have 5 books out, currently working on the 6th and would greatly appreciate if anyone can support me. Either by buying a book or sharing this 💕

[ruielthecreatorofideas]

The Purpose of Existence

What is the purpose of living?

The purpose of endlessly giving?

The purpose of tearing my heart out and giving away pieces of it

What makes me feel like this?

What makes me feel like wanting is greedy?

What makes me feel like taking is worse than being needy?

I want to know what the purpose of existence is

But nobody is willing to tell me this

The silence in the crowd

I know I let you down

The pain overwhelms me

And it's strange how I'm the only one who can see

That this was never right

My words are not supposed to be so polite

I drown in thoughts and feelings

Why am I not screaming?

[preciousreader1]

you keep fixing it

you keep fixing the words

moving sentences changing lines

trying to make it feel right

but what if

it was never the words

you were trying to fix

[preciousreader1]

[preciousreader1]

why does it feel like the story in my head is better than the one on the page?

and how do you fix something you can’t fully see? @ruielthecreatorofideas

[preciousreader1]

too close

you read your story again

and again

and again

until the words stop meaning anything

until the scene feels distant

like something you didn’t write

maybe it’s not broken

maybe you’re just too close to see it clearly

[preciousreader1]

why do we write the stories we’re afraid to finish?

is it the ending or the truth waiting there, quietly, patiently, asking to be seen?

[ruielthecreatorofideas]

You Peeled Away My Comfort

I was so close to getting a grasp of what I needed

But I have never succeeded

The layers of comfort were slowly peeled away from me

Without me even noticing what was happening to me

You did this to make me do your bidding

What would you do if you found me unwilling?

All the comfort I tried to gain

You stole from me, making me feel the discomfort you ingrained

My body is fighting my mind

This pain I carry deep inside

Do you really think that I wanted it unearthed again?

Little pieces of sympathy isn't enough to make you my friend

You peeled away my comfort so effortlessly

And now I feel so empty

Like everything I tried to fix ended up being redundant

Why did you steal my chance at depression management?

Is this a ploy to make my failures more obvious?

To ruin my life when I was left oblivious?

My thoughts spiral like a malignant force

It's due to you, of course

I feel everything overwhelm me like a cancerous tumor

It's funny how I no longer know who you are

But to constantly invade my thoughts and betray my every intention

I don't know if you want some kind of reaction

I just know that you laid me bare

With no comfort left to even share

My words start to not make any sense

And I don't know if others can tell the difference

My throat tightens up like some kind of anaphylaxis

But it's my PTSD that caused this

I struggle to breathe

I just want to leave

But I have to keep going

Even whilst knowing

That the medicine doesn't always work perfectly

But it does slow down my anxiety

To the point where I can breathe again

Do you really want me to die, my false friend?

Are you so willing to watch me fall to the floor?

My body trembling as I can't breathe anymore?

And the medicine doesn't kick in right away

So, what can I say?

[ruielthecreatorofideas]

Some People

Some people don't listen

Some people don't understand

Some people don't care

Some people don't notice

Some people change drastically

Some people change only a little

Some people change overnight

Some people change slowly

Some people see the truth

Some people see only lies

Some people see nothing in you

Some people see everything in you

Some people see only what they want to see

Some people see only what they don't want to see

Some people want what's best for you

Some people want nothing to do with you

Some people want everything

Some people want nothing

Some people are pessimistic in nature

Some people are optimistic even when facing failure

Some people are on your side

Some people are not

Some people care

Some people don't

Some people trust

Some people won't

But who does this make you?

Are you going to let this get to you?

[preciousreader1]

Clarity

you don’t need a better story

you need

to see your story clearly