Jennya

Nice but this is really strange to me. At my school the use of ' I ' is strictly forbidden unless it is an opinion piece. Please tell me what ...

Wow, probably the most original thing I have seen for a long time. This is review is pretty lousy but I am going to try and find something useful to ...

Hey, nice work but per usual I do have issues with, if i didn't i wouldn't be reviewing. First thing i noticed was how hard it was to see your ...

Since i know nothing about photography i will instead review your drawn pieces. 1. The hair with the face: At first i didn't know what this was but when i ...

His dreams where fitful. The pain in his leg, sent his mind into disarray...Dreams....He remembered the first time he saw that body. The cold cadaver lined up in front of ...

There where people in here. Hiding... **** them. He need to treat himself. Okay... I am Thomas Marcellus O'Connor, i come from a long line of American senators, I graduated ...

I loved this! it reminded me of so many people I know. Defiantly keep writing!

Hey, good to see you trying stuff out! I'm a bit lazy today so i will be brief. Generally i agree with that the others have said. more chin, more ...

Dam, dam that kid to hell. He had shot him, with his own gun! and then that b*tch spit on him. He groaned, what had his life come to? It ...

Nice, be good if it where bigger though makes it hard to critic. You have obviously put a lot of effort into this piece, more than i do for my ...

Tom She lunged, body flying though the air. It went so fast, the shot so loud.That eternal flash of light, metal flying into the air. How could he! How could ...

Name: Cellardor ( a reference to Tolkien) Von Uradel Age: Has lost track of age (appears to be in her late teens, around 18 ) Race: Half-Elvin Class: Mage/bard Gender: ...

Nice, i really like the message you are passing on.Your poem is direct and in your face, very good! The poem isn't very uniform though and being the freak i ...

Tom Sorry, it's a little long He strode down the alley way, sliding in a new magazine, just in case. The girley turned, and snarled launching her self at him. ...

Tom The night before Tom flashed a rare smile, flicking though the bundle of dirty notes with a sadistic joy. One hundred, two hundred, three hundred; and all he had ...