Kafkaescence

Hey, Amy! Glad you came across this site. You'll find that it is addicting, somewhat maddening, and just a pinch of strange. Perfect ingredients, no? Actually, I hardly found your ...

Cold , alone, she stood like a silent sentinel. Superb imagery. Unwavering, she looked at them as they left her. You started off the last line with the exact same ...

This heartache is just long past due Not sure why you need the "just" here. My mind goes insane with every thought of you "Insane" is so cliched. Think of ...

A nudge, a fatal blow foretold by the soft note of the harp strings that sleep beneath your fingers; these are the birds’ melodies, dissected and thrown away, into the ...

Fear? Who is afraid? It's only in my head . I don't understand what this line is trying to say. What's to fear? I f you're stone cold , buried ...

Solitude is the single note stung from your violin, long and quavering I just love these first two lines. Great to start out with something as compelling as this. This ...

Your name rolls off my tongue, Gliding gracefully into the air , I don't know about this line. How about putting a semicolon instead of a comma on the line ...

Hey Ear! Yeah, I could tell that inspiration wasn't really with you when you wrote this. It does not sound quite as flowing, as natural, as other pieces by you. ...

Yeah! Go Portland! Whoo!

Looking good!I can't wait to hear more of this story. It will be interesting seeing how you craft the story from this blind girl's point of view. It is very ...

I hate her. I hate the girl staring at me. Her eyes are ugly, brown, and small. The moles that dot her face look like marks where I’d love to ...

[b]There’s a distance in the way she moves, with her simple, awkward swagger. I love these first two lines. Her silence speaks a million words Your use of "a million" ...

[size=130]The hay of a million wordless experiences Not sure I like "wordless." Presents itself to your fingertips, As you gradually unpick your way. Interesting. Its golden streaks obstruct your forf

The fools, strengthened by swords and the lies of the genocide; they are the first to enter the storm, the first to die in it. Lick up this insanity, it ...

I concede to be what you need from me; Spectacular opening line! Silent even though my lips still quiver. I don't particularly like your use of "even though." I think ...