Eraqio

I have to agree with the comment on the line, a bit cliche. However, this work was very emotful in a straightforward way that diddnt loose me in contrived or ...

hmm. The...uhmm, title just...has no visible or even tangible connection to the story. most of the time this wouldnt be an issue but this case is just...very... unwarranted. It threw ...

The rain tastes sweet on my parched tongue. My eyes forever skyward. I hear weeping and my name being called out. The voices just grow fainter. My heart is silent ...

It was too short. For me. The action within it could use a facelift and a bit more detail, I was wondering exactly what was going on. Everything seems personal, ...

This was, to me, not meant to be a poem. It can be seen as an epic, and if thats the case congratulations, plenty of pathos and ethos in here. ...

Fuck its morning.” Adrian cracked one eye open and felt it strain from the solid rectangle of sunlight that was coming in through the blinds just behind his headboard. He ...

I see it as something relating to God. Which is ... probably the point. if it isnt I just assumed and I'm sorry. Anyways. At first it seemed like it ...

Loved the title. The work seemed restrained almost, like each line was searching for the right way to phrase it, then coming out with some monotone delivery that lessens it's ...

Loved the title. The work seemed restrained almost, like each line was searching for the right way to phrase it, then coming out with some monotone delivery that lessens it's ...

Run away. And hope that I dont find you, a memory, of whats not done. Mother. She was so fond of me. My wondering was, nothing more... Than childish dreams. ...

The feeling I got from it was one of despair and pessimism, of almost retrospective regret. I like how you went through the senses and cataloged the list of sensation ...

most of this is very abstract and a bit contradicting. you make a few spelling errors here and there and they've been pointed out already. on to my review. it ...

(For reference, no, this is not a story about a drug trip.) It was a derelict building. An old farmhouse with no windows and one door standing next to a ...

Very well done. Reminds me of a poem...Tea I think... I forgot who wrote it, but it was very personal yet distant and descriptive. I loved this piece, honestly. You ...

Very beautiful. I'm not going to give such a huge, in depth review like my predecessors have but I'll do some justice. The piece was astounding, even in the first ...