Emerson

Welcome to the site. I hope you enjoy it here :-) I'm sure writing really keeps you busy since you can't get out of the house, huh? It's always good ...

*sigh* it took me like 15 minutes to find that stupid link!!! Anyway, there is a list of a lot of good books in that thread, about the same topic, ...

It's a bit odd that she'd suddenly get so religious Well, from what I've read/heard about her, she grew up catholic and stayed strong with it until her adult years, ...

Snow White frowned and stopped beside a window, the thick drapes prohibited any kind of light to come through, leaving only dim candlelight to illuminate the corridors. I think this ...

With his fleshy pretty queen, add a comma after 'fleshy' to separate the two adjectives. The constant use of commas at the end of the line got annoying, and though ...

Following in Colleen's steps, I couldn't take anything away from this. It was beautiful, sure, but what is the meaning behind it? Where is the point? What are you trying ...

I'm back for more! *dances in the flowers and bonbons* The spirits gathered the sprite sighed in resignation I think you need a comma here somewhere. Or....something. So, the whole ...

I come to chop it apart!—I mean.... Enjoy it thoroughly like we both know I will :lol: It had been three years since Little Red had grown from her name ...

Welcome to the site :-) Your stories sound so...morbid! I can't wait to read them, will we get any of your works to look at? I'm sure someone else has ...

Merci :-) I really needed that, otherwise, it would gone on forever, unmarked with the good pen of anyones edit.

Your poetry always seems to come off not as poetry but as spoken word or as lyrics. It had no real poetic form other than rhyme. And you didn't keep ...

I liked reading this :-) it was so poetic. I liked the last verse the most, though I do have one complaint! where youth never ages; for lines should only ...

in waves of burning boiling light? You need a comma after 'burning'. It was...good. But you sort of rhymed when ever you could, rather than holding a real pattern. Or, ...

He saw a crack that run up the side of her bedroom wall ran? It reads better like that. Eh. It was Ch. Nothing magical, marvelous, or what not. In ...

Happiness whirs on a color wheel, we splatter lime passions and budding lemons down our front as we attempt to guzzle fact and fantasy, drinking brain cancer from a tin ...