Kafkaescence

my body is an ivory cage where all is chrysalis-bound; Splendid imagery in these first two lines. no butterflies of words so sage Instead of "sage," how about aiming for ...

1) Remember that a good plot is defined through depth, not accumulation. 2) Spread out character descriptions: when a writer devotes an entire page completely for the purpose of describing ...

When the jaws of broken wounds, become etched with bulletholes, when tapestries shred themselves to fragments as they spill from peeling walls, when torches burn out in darkness, when flaming ...

Welcome to the site! You can call me Kafka. Wow, ten chapters! That is truly commendable. I'm a perfectionism zealot, so I can barely write a sentence without rereading it ...

Needless to say, this poem was written in the car. A silver vehicle outside the car window, an infinite freeway, dictated by white lines and speed limits. Exit lanes passed, ...

This is nice, Lily. I can definitely see that this is an experiment as far as style is concerned, but concision is a very useful tool in poetry, so I'm ...

Brought into existence by falling bridges and snowmelt, a bent key fit into the stone carving of a door; brushes in candlelight, both weapon and tool in this forgotten epoch. ...

Hey, Jenna! Call me Kafka. I'm glad you signed up! :) I love Harry Potter. I've read the series three times and I still can't get enough of it. I ...

Together we lie in bed for two, our bodies dying from the day which was new. Could be worded better. Recall the church and the people who stayed, Great line. ...

You may not access this server at this time. Please check your connection, and try again. I'm sorry. Truly I am, for the poem you seek Instead of "poem," how ...

Well, it looks like Moon beat me to a full, comprehensive review, so this shouldn't be too long. An ocean of overwhelming violet, Petals dusted across the starry plains. Great ...

Her beauty is of plastic flowers, Shining and bright, "Shining," "bright..." I think there are more original adjectives out there. but only as real as one wills it to be ...

This is original. Not necessarily the story, but the way you write it. This is the first story I have seen on the site, and indeed for a long time ...

Your birds chime the happy hour I'm not sure if I like "happy hour." Sounds too informal. I'm a blue forgotten flower In a beau forest serene I'm walking in ...

Glassy-eyed, engulfed by cobwebs, and a sea of ashen dust, it is archaic, yet the very mirage of reality; gleaming white hands clutch the misty air, do you recognize this ...