Jiggity

It’s crazy to see how the mind clings to things it might never experience again That wouldn't come out a twelve year old's mouth today, let alone in the olden ...

Shocked out of it, yes, okay, but you have overdone it just a bit. I'm going to go ahead and assume there's a reason why a) the King is such ...

Now, that just ticks me off. Like I said in the first scene, before you even begin the play, there has to be a character list, with ages, names and ...

I spoke the last time on interaction for the sake of interaction, regarding interaction. Ha, that is to say, the lack of substance. Right now, all the dialogue and every ...

I didn't like this. I thought it was - although an interesting premise - poorly done. Dialogue is the heart and soul of the play. And I struggled to find ...

............. Er. Was that meant to be a serious...anything? I mean, its really nothing. It's nowhere near the right format for it to be counted as a script, and unless ...

At the moment, dude, you're unconscious. So, relax for a bit and think on the next post you're going to do. I've set it up so that we're about to ...

He could feel it eating away at him, on the inside. The rage; the terrible, all consuming fire burning him within. But he couldn’t let it out, couldn’t indulge it. ...

This is a very oddly written piece. He ha d n’t been home in so long ; this town paved with broken promises and dreams long dead and gone. The ...

Wow, those are all great reviews. All the nits have been picked, it seems, so I'm going to keep this general. I really didn't enjoy this. At all. Style and ...

Harold's Home.

Anzius - tis true, what you said about the master and public profiles. But as Charlie pointed out, major plot points should be discussed here and its probably too early ...

Yeah, about that. I tried to make it clear in my post that it would be both insane and impossible to take over the ship while its sailing; not only ...

Dude, so much pressure. I hated it! I mean, it works, but... *cries*

Dijon - "Bob" Dijon worked the oar, massive muscles shifting and bunching beneath his plain tunic. In the darkness of the hold, he was near-invisible and the others would stir ...