GryphonFledgling

So... I'm a little confused. Did she ever actually marry George? Or was that just a dream her unconscious self conjured up because she is actually in love with George? ...

These were a kickbutt ensemble of 1000 words! I liked how much character you managed to squeeze into each small part, and the descriptions were awesome. I agree with nightshine ...

For new readers: You don't have to read this short pieces in order. In fact, they can be read in any order. I just am not very original at titling. ...

Strange... But in a good way... I liked it, especially the odd twist at the end, but it felt like it could have had more. Were there any other people ...

Hey, welcome to YWS! I told once (three years ago?) to my friend (who's a couple of years older than me) that she was a very sarcastic and cynical person. ...

Paige looked up with a slight sigh, meeting the gaze of the male stood before her, Frank. I would have that comma before Frank become a period and let his ...

She clung to the metal bar as she travelled upward . T he elevator overlook ed the busy front street, where people in pinstriped suits that cost a month’s wages ...

Hey, I thought I had already read this, and there I was, the first reviewer. *dances* Reading it again lent me a little more insight: It was quiet today , ...

Well, I am here late and so most of the nitpicking has been pointed out already and all the of the debates had ended. Phooey... Anyway, I must agree that ...

Lone’s house was now off - limits since her parents got busted for candy grass parties. What caused this sudden banning? What happened between the living of Lone's life and ...

I can't say as I've ever chosen a name for any one specific reason. The characters just kind of named themselves. Okay, so that isn't totally right. I am looking ...

Your descriptions here were really nice. I really got into the story just from that. Seemed like a typical rainy day. It's raining here now and I could just look ...

8/10 It is so cute, but I can barely see it... *squints*

Whoa! What's up with the gun? That is the point where you run like heck and call the police. That or bluff your way out of it, don't get shot, ...

but in two-and-a-half weeks she was in the back of a red pickup kissing some guy on the neck. But then, that is a little odd. Perhaps just round it ...