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The pauses are made as its a performance poem. You read it aloud as if in performance; like at a poetry slam ;)

The summary is great. I don't mean to ge repeating things. I'm sorry if I come off as annoying. You don't come off as annoying at all! You're like, the ...

Sweeper? If this is a prolouge, then its the perfect time to explain without being harassed for 'too much details' and whatnot. And, you should explain, or your reader will ...

Megsug, It's great you finally found the prolgue (I read your previous comments). Some of the things you've pointed out are actually key elements of the story, except for some ...

Hi Okay... Answers to your questions first. I'm not sure. I think male since the waiter called him Mr. Quarts, but if he looks like a girl maybe his is ...

Okay, I'm done. Your grammar was pretty good. I'm impressed. I liked the story too. Yes it's cliche, but it's still good. And seriously, who gets bored by these stories ...

I've decided to type and eat, so here I am, reviewing Chapter One. Something that I forgot to ask earlier - how did Ayra know that Saphira was with the ...

At the moment, yes, this piece is very clichéd and not original. Now that you are six years older, maybe you can change that and create something unique. I'll do ...

My spelling is terrible, I know. But that is because I am using a weird keyboard. I can't seem to type on it properly...?

Hey tarryn!!! ;) I really like your poem!!! Definitely reminds me ofthe stuff you do at writers club . :D I like your rhyming too!!! I'm rubbish at reviews so ...

Thankyou for your comments - especially since even I've noticed the sudden craze for Vampire stories. Although, I give a bet that everyone who writing werewolf/vampire has been inspired by ...

North City, year of 2072, one of the few places where humans thrive against the demons of the night. Also, the home of the slayers. Werewolf slayers. Demons, including werewolves ...

Shiro’s Memories I walked down the snow covered path. The pale whiteness giving the world a dead glimpse of the little life winter had in store. Cold flakes of frozen ...