Kylan

Brings to mind an epic scene filled with hope and emphasized with a pinch of ominous symbolism. Kylan -Kylan

Caleb A guy, angry, impulsive, violent, passionate, is second-generation Chinese, lives in LA, but has an innate distiction between right and wrong. -Kylan

Time and Setting : Present day. The world has fallen into dystopian chaos and is only populated by scattered factions of the strong and the gritty. California. Think lots of ...

BBB and Jabber? Suzanne and Jack? -Kylan

I really enjoyed this. I'm only just discovering plays and scripts (and thinking of writing one myself) and this piece struck me as smooth flowing and well thought out. At ...

Well, you had me curious. I can't say much for the plot or the way you delivered it, but I sincerely wanted to know what was inside. Kudos for that. ...

Well, I think the last chapter was better for some reason. Probably because I'm not as fond of the starwars-esque nature of this second installment and since my Sci-Fi interests ...

I enjoyed this. You definately have a distinct, practiced style of writing that's very entertaining to read. I almost wanted to say something negetive about the poetic nature of this ...

Thanks smorg! I hope these next chapters aren't so predictable. Actually, not too much happens... However, the section after this has one of my favorite scenes in it, so keep ...

I agree with what Samuel said. The electric chair is passe and obsolete. Most states have repudiated it, and those who still support capital punishment have adopted lethal injection. There ...

First of all, ask yourself: is what I'm writing fantasy? If so, please post in the fantasy fiction forum. Please don't make the A/A forum a dumping ground for general ...

Okay, here are the next few chaps. I owe you smorg! -Kylan

So I'm approaching the climax. But It feels more like approaching a speeding passenger train with my arms spread wide. It's coming up fast and it's not stopping for anyone ...

Thanks, Gwen. I believe I sent you a PM in response to your comments. -Kylan

Mikhail Vandesky stood on the bridge beside Vladamir, watching the leaden water flowing beneath him like liquid steel – swirling, heaving, breathing as it coursed against the struts of the ...