Kafkaescence

His body shook as the ice-cold rain pelted his skin and clothing. It wasn't helping that his finger was on the trigger to a gun that would end a life ...

There is a stone slab resting on the couch of apartments. The stone slab and the couch are referred to time and time again throughout your poem, so I think ...

Hi. I'll be blunt. If I picked up some book in a library and read this, I would stop reading the novel and think nothing of it. I'm not saying ...

THIS IS TOO SHORT I HATED IT IT'S A WASTE OF SPACE WHY IS THIS SO STUPID AAAAAH

I'll say that your writing has promise, and that I'm excited to see where it goes and where it will take you. However, I'll also say that, at the moment, ...

I herded the sheep into the pen. Not an entirely drawing beginning. To give you my clichéd advice, try describing the herding of the sheep. Your beginning will be that ...

When I first told my grandparents that I wanted to see the old dilapidated church on the riverside, they refused me. I didn’t persist; the suddenness of my father’s death ...

Good job, Kafka! Oh wait, that's me.

This is, er, quite the piece of writing you have here, Shad. I guess I'm not entirely sure what to think of it. Like other reviewers have said, it was ...

This all sounded a bit rushed, didn't it. Yes: to describe a scene as large, as intense as this, it takes time, otherwise your diction ends up ends up sounding ...

Two men were drinking in a bar when one man passed out on his barstool. The other man turned to the bartender and said, "Thing about Bill - he knows ...

I thought this looked interesting, so I read through it, and I think I have some comments for you to consider. As this is a 150 word contest, you are ...

Alright. Here I am. It seems like I can never get to your works within any decent amount of time, and I apologize about that. My summer is pretty much ...

Aren't we time managers. Banned because your avatar is vulgar.

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