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I don't know exactly what happened to this person, but I can infer. First, someone stitched a second and much larger head onto-- his?-- shoulder, then forced probably him to ...

hunger never ends in the cold breath of mornings uncounted, loveless.

Edna St. Vincent Millay?

It dangled a little, that was all. *shrug* But maybe it's just me. And I tend to have long opening sentences. XD

I love this. It's a fantastic beginning. Only complaint: I'd like more follow-up on the sunniness of the day the asteroid hit, or else for that sentence to be cut. ...

You know you're a writer when your doodles have footnotes.

I WROTE AN EMO VILLANELLE. I am so proud of myself. (Relevant to the discussion? What do you mean?)

It's interesting, but the detached voice left me a little blank. I'd probably read on; not hugely gripping, as a start, but mildly intriguing and well-written enough. Might try to ...

She Who Is Elsewhere.

Eh. From the title, it sounds frankly trite, like either poor fantasy or some juvenile 'high school' literature. Clay and Water

"I don't keep... pets. Birds, of course, for my work, but not... pets, no," Kymnir replies, with an odd, short laugh. Who are you in love with?

Couldn't say for certain, but brings to mind images of vaguely witchy fantasy, possibly meant for so-called Young Adults, style o' fing. But it also depends on the cover, so, ...

Lord of the Rings, Lord of Emperors (I SENSE A TREND!), the Lions of Al-Rassan, and Of Mice And Men, off the top of my head.

I have never understood what life particularly had against lemons, that it felt it to be so absolutely necessary to shove them off on the rest of us. Potatoes, yes, ...

Generally I sit down with the intention of writing a poem - mostly because I want feedback and it's easier to get criticism on poems that long, boring short stories, ...