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  • Short Story » General, General Re: Lemonade for Breakfast (children's storybook)

    This was really sweet, but not so sweet it was that sickly saccharine of trying too hard to be sweet. Now, there are definite issues with this, but I still ...

    Jul 17, 2010
  • Poetry » Other, General Re: The Wise Words Of Johnny C

    Hello Bulletproof. I will be reviewing you today, so if blunt and brutal honesty is not your cup of tea, or if you're attached to this poem, I suggest you ...

    Jul 12, 2010
  • Poetry » Dramatic, General Re: Labinac - Elb[i]srever Ma I

    I'm not quite sure what the title has to do with the poem, or how the reversal of letters ties into it, but the title does read nice backwards, and ...

    Jul 8, 2010
  • Poetry » Dramatic, General Re: Personal Boxing Ring

    I have one burning question about this poem, and that question is "Do you, or do you not, have a rhyme scheme?" Actually, make that two burning questions, the second ...

    Jul 7, 2010
  • Lyrics » General, General Re: Burns of the Worst Degree

    Heya, amu. Here I am to save this work from lonely one-review limbo. And if you know me by now, you know I'm going to be brutally honest, so read ...

    Jul 7, 2010
  • Poetry » Dramatic, General Re: Internal Bloodbath

    I never imagined these thoughts would trouble my most internal organs. That's... quite an opening line. As Auteur already pointed out, it's a bit long. Also, "most internal organs" just ...

    Jul 7, 2010
  • Poetry » Other, General Re: Saccharine

    Hey there. I'd just like to say first that you have a very interesting take on this poem with how you describe various intangible concepts by taste. Unfortunately, these intangible ...

    Jul 7, 2010
  • Poetry » Dramatic, General Re: Our One Duet

    Were this to be, the Only semblance between you and me, Like jemjive pointed out, this stanza is broken a little awkwardly. I suggest moving the "only" to the end ...

    Jul 6, 2010
  • Poetry » Narrative, General Re: Note from the addicted

    To be absolutely honest, I took one look at this and went "There is no way I am reading this." That was almost a week ago. Now, I have nothing ...

    Jul 5, 2010
  • Poetry » Other, General Re: xenophobia

    Hi there. Like Snoink already mentioned, this poem is very vague. There's nothing concrete that your readers can directly relate to or that will stick in their minds, so this ...

    Jul 5, 2010
  • Lyrics » General, General Re: Getting real!

    In the first verse especially, it was really obvious that you picked words to end lines with just because they rhymed. This is because you jumped around so much with ...

    Jun 30, 2010
  • Poetry » Dramatic, General Re: Choices

    The rhyme in this felt obviously forced. I could tell that you used words for just for the sake of rhyming them, jamming in other words in the lines to ...

    Jun 30, 2010
  • Novel / Chapter » Fantasy, General Re: Story Five-The Endless Garden gets Three more Black Flowers

    Kyousuke was pretty thorough with the grammar, so I won't mention anything on it. The one thing I noticed reading this story was that you used a lot of passive ...

    Jun 30, 2010
  • Article / Essay » General, General Re: Provincial Writing Contest Entry

    Hello there. The first thing I'd like to say is that it would be helpful to include the prompt or, if there was no prompt, what your main goal was ...

    Jun 30, 2010
  • Poetry » Other, General Re: The Gate

    The paint-chipped reminisce, This line made no sense. Did you mean "paint chips" instead? The rhyme in this came suddenly with scars/stars. This is because rhyme before it of concrete/meet ...

    Jun 29, 2010


For a short space of time I remained at the window watching the pallid lightnings that played above Mont Blanc and listening to the rushing of the Arve, which pursued its noise way beneath. The same lulling sounds acted as a lullaby to my too keen sensations; when I placed my head upon my pillow, sleep crept over me; I felt it as it came and blessed the giver of oblivion.
— Mary Shelley, Frankenstein