Aet Lindling

Black Ghost pretty much summed it up. This is basically a rant, and a tangential one at that. I'm drinking cause today was a sort of day where everything went ...

First off, read the articles LIF suggested. They should help. Basically, this isn't good. There are so, so many other poems almost exactly like this, and the term for all ...

First off, it isn't spelled Reapper. A misspelled title is really bad, as the title is the reader's first impression of the story, and you want them to come in ...

I love this piece, I had to read it a few times to get everything, and even still I think there are more layers waiting for me. I think Black ...

“I won’t.” He says. Don't capitalize "he". “Oh, Kavi.” She says, her voice thick. Don't capitalize "she". :P Apart from that, this was very good. The emotional tension hung well, ...

I love them all. I cired in the 4th book, when BUTLER DIES. and when HOLLY DIED in the 4th book. And in the new one ARTY MURDERS HIMSELF adn ...

"Trust me I know what I am talking about!" No, you don't. :P This is very good, expressive writing, and you're just dismissing it because it's a bit too "scary" ...

Rick, please refrain from trying to find ways to put me at fault. True, I was getting a tad sarcastic there, but there's a few key points there: 1. I ...

A young handsome farm boy named Luke who doesn't know who is parents are lives with his uncle and while talking to a strange man of the village named Obi-Wan ...

I vote this thread for '08 and have never had or smelled chicken pastrami, and am thus intrigued by the notion of chicken pastrami scented soap! Aet Lindling. And I ...

You were the one who cheered me up when I was down. But now I have no one. You were my everything. I thought you loved me. That's a bit ...

Today we had no company. We were alone , because we had to leave for my other grandparents’ house on the twenty-ninth. The pair of turtle doves sat on my ...

On Christmas evening, we took our gifts upstairs to our rooms. I threw them all on the desk, but I put the glass figurine on a high shelf with my ...

Isaac stared up. He had been standing on the deck since dusk, counting the hours as the moon paced across the sky until it vanished into a thicket of clouds. ...

The first thing I noticed was that the description is too heavy, with too many substituted words and fancy descriptions that make it sound like Eragon. That's not a compliment, ...