Kylan

(PS: Desert = evil oil shieks) -Kylan

This is my first photoshopped picture. It consists of four different pictures. The earth, the gas pump, the gas pump handle, and the background desert. Do you like? -Kylan

Sam - eep. I don't recognize as single one of those, except for the Decemberists. So I suppose you, my dear, must be awarded an eight out of ten (8/10) ...

From the Corner of his Eye is phenomenal. Possibly ranking in my top ten favorite books of all time list. Read it. -Kylan

Hanging Out in the Deep South his legs dangled like hollow metal wind-chime tubes and when the wind threw fists at him covered by whisper-padded boxing gloves, his body swung ...

Wiseman - For the most part, this was a pleasant poem. It has a good message expressed using calm and soothing language. It wasn't phenomenal, but it does deserve a ...

I've thought about this several times myself. It's nice to see there are people riding the same brain wave. -Kylan

Samsamsamsamsamsam!!! I think you may be interested in my most recent story [ Snowfall in Israel ]. It deals with Ahmadinejad, Israel, and nuclear bombs. Yay! -Kylan

"Israel must be wiped off the map" - President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad We have mushrooms growing on our skyline. Above us, stealth bombers clear their throats like speakers at college podiums ...

Conrad - I liked this. Gene candy is an interesting concept, although I don't see how it would ever work in reality. So I've gottat say that when you're writing ...

Jared - This was interesting. It was well written, gave me wonderful insights into your character's psyche, and you managed to get the point across without telling too much. This ...

So I've decided to go public with this enterprise. The YWS economy needs some revitalization and the Instructors need a better name. I critique pretty much everything, although I generally ...

Greyhound It needs some help. Thanks, -Kylan

Greyhound Your critiques of the Siren series were most helpful. -Kylan

Read this for context: ---- The darkness here is stifling. It fills my nostrils like ash and smoke from funeral pyres or crematoriums, like the smell of burning hair, lingering ...