AmeliaCogin

VIIII – February 26th 1949 The weather’s really warming up. This morning, we shed out gloves and scarves: it was a joyous sign of things to come. The mood among ...

Hello! I'm here to review for you today! I wouldn't describe this as "not very good" at all. It was pretty fantastic. The lines were short and pithy, but I ...

Oh I love this song! Rizzle kicks are uh-ma-zing ! I guess I get more of a feel for the story because I really love the song, but I'm going ...

Hiya Mac, how're you doing? Anyway, here's onto a review. This was a good chapter. It's not very polished around the edges, though. It's a bit slap-dash in places, as ...

I frankly haven't the time or patience to painstakingly smother every word with my thoughts and decipher the beautiful imagery. I just wanted to say that this was absolutely fabulous ...

Entry VIII – February 25th 1949 It was later that morning when thoughts of conspiracy first designed themselves in my brain. Despite being mentally and physically exhausted, I was unable ...

Hiya Twit - I eventually get a review to you! Hopefully it'll have been worth waiting for! Okay, so you know I love this storyline that you've got going here. ...

You're such a great writer, jas! It's seriously like a pleasure having to review for you! I really felt as though you stepped it up a notch in this chapter. ...

This was awsome! I'll be back to review later tonight for you!

Hiya! Finally, I have the time to get to a review for you! I know that you told me to review chapter 1, but you had loads of reviews already, ...

Entry VII – February 24th 1949 Edited Version: A filthy shovel was slung at my feet. It thudded to the ground; sent a sharp clang echoing through the sodden earth. ...

[/i] Entry VII – February 24th 1949 A filthy shovel was slung at my feet. It thudded to the ground; sent a sharp clang rippling through the sodden earth. A ...

Okay, so I've commented on your style and technique, and your pacing and flow isn't an issue, so I'll get on with some nitpicks for you! Chloe, Dash " - ...

Oh dear, imprudent fellow – You – with your witless whispers, a tongue iced with scorn; fingers laced with malicious rumour have scattered feathers. They freckle the ground underfoot – ...

Hiya Jazzy; I'm here as requested! Okay, so onto a review... My overall first-impresssion: I enjoyed reading this. It was reasonably well-written; your prose was steady and controlled. I do ...