Cabassi_Crime_Family

Ciao OE. Mi dispiace --or sorry, simply--for the time it took to get to this. There is something catchy, short and blunt, in the final two lines. It seems an ...

Ciao. Yes, cliche--but then, you've a somewhat rundown subject --threadbare sort of story in how oft it slips into poetry. In itself, there's naught fatal about that, naturally. But it ...

Hello! :) I stand alone In this huge field. I’m surrounded by grass Lush and perfectly green. **This is rather boring. Lush and perfectly green is what we expect grass ...

This critique has been brought to you by the CCF and the contribution of Saint Razorblade. Chapter Five: The Council of Chiren “State your name.” the Councilwoman says, her voice ...

Daniel stood, wiping down the bar with a damp cloth. He whistled the tune of an old song as he did. Its name wouldn’t come to mind, but it was ...

Chapter one “Flowers for my Seelie queen.” Warrick, king of the Seelie court, said, handing over a bouquet of the rare blue rose. **Perhaps have him say this a little ...

Saint Razorblade- I wish I had more time to read this. I read the second half, and only scanned the first. I really like it though. Your characters seem to ...

Chapter 1 - An Apprentice in Raile Mancery: The art of drawing eldritch from the winds of magic and manipulating it to one’s own uses. The craftsmen and women of ...

Blood on Snow “Damn you, Shay,” the woman whispered, her voice hoarse. “Damn you forever after.” Cecilie Devereux sat straight atop a massive shelf so high that if she should ...

You told us a story, plain and simple. You severly lacked descriptions. I have not the foggiest idea what the character looks like or what any of the setting looks ...

It seemed rather rambled. Victims are witnesses. They have a choice to take the stand or not. They have to press charges in order for the case to even get ...

“Well, at least she gets pain killer s when this is all over. Do I get a shot of Morphine? Nope. I get a pat on the back and a ...

Overall it was fairly interesting. You need to expand on George more, he appears as a bit flat. Ike, however, seems far more developed. I dont know if I like ...

Standing on a crate, a boy peered in on the conversation[s],[/s] ; his eyes wide, pressed firmly against the crack in the door. Swearing inwardly at Mao, Booker wondered where ...

Los Angeles, California “Five[s],[/s] ! ” Booker Lee yelled, pointing the gun at the woman's head[s],[/s] ; his face stony. “You've got five seconds before your wife dies. And I ...