Galerius

Hi peanut19, Around her feet, the ashes fly. Fading to the night are memories of what she left behind. You're grasping at imagery here, but it's not coming together. "the ...

Will you be offering a new edition of the book on Amazon every time a new post is made on the forums? This seems like a very lucrative venture.

Hi Kylan, I'm not going to go into too much detail with this one. I liked the beginning and the some of the middle, really showed the cascade of emotions ...

Hi maegardens, This doesn't make any sense. I know that it's probably a "fun" poem that isn't supposed to be logical, but even in it's own world it doesn't make ...

Hi Edgar Allan Joe, Very nice. I thoroughly enjoyed reading this, if not purely for the content then for the way that it strung along the reader and made him ...

Hi darthmaul1001, I hope that you are new to poetry, because this was bad. As I stare into your eyes, the color of the open sea. First of all, comparing ...

Hi Rosey Unicorn, No thanks. I understand that it's supposed to be flash fiction and yes, that will mean that it's tighter and open to more extrapolation than most stories, ...

Hi RedBird, As I walk home, From tasks unwanted, The wind begins its blowing, As monstrous clouds Begin their snowing. What is the point of "tasks unwanted"? The only reference ...

Idea: She's a serial killer, possessed by a demon, and participates in insider trading for the New York Stock Exchange. All at once.

Hi sokool115, A silver lining Graces every soft contour Traced in light by some skilled Hand; A blanket of sweet nothings to comfort a childlike mind; Good beginning. I have ...

Hahahaha... None of your rebuttals to what the original poster is trying to say come even remotely close to showing a depth of understanding of this poem. You are all ...

Hi smorgishborg, You, the Arsonist The writing exercise in front of the class concerns a pile of leaves depressed and repressed stricken from nature and laid to rest Not sure ...

Hi Demeter, The piercing sound of the phone echoed in the hall. A grey cat miaowed disapprovingly the exact moment Mrs startled in her chair. She rose and went for ...

Hi pudin.junidf, Not the morning lights or the dying days. Not the living tree or the darkened night. Nothing can be compared to you. Nothing in the masterpiece of this ...