Kylan

Congrats on you 100th! May you have a long and lustrous internet forum career. Anyway, thank you so much for the critique. You pointed out quiet a few crucial inconsistencies. ...

6/10 What is it? It looks like a striped rabbit. -Kylan

I really don't know what to think of this. It's almost got a poetic layout and cadence, but you've posted it in a fiction forum and the piece itself feels ...

I had a similar reaction, Saint. This is a leg up into the real world. The published world. I am no longer just a writer, but an author as well. ...

I'm guessing you're making fun of those YWS members who aren't decisive enough to name their work, let alone write something worthewhile. Clever, clever, clever. A worthy satire, my dear ...

Thanks Smorg! Great help. But, you know, I'm not feeling this story. I think I'm gonna bag it. It doens't...resonate. One day, eventually, I might ressurect this and use your ...

6/10 Like someone before me said, reminds me of Eragon. Not a good thing.

IT'S YOUR FAULT Nice, Scotty. I'm surprised it didn't recieve more attention. -Kylan

Wow. Pretty scary. As always very well written. I'm getting to be quite a fan of your writing. Gritty, succinct, yet artistic and flowing. Though this story wasn't very unique ...

They’re coming. Up the mountain, in lumbering jeeps that have squad automatics mounted on their backs, manned, loaded, ready to blow the living hell out of us. Underneath the rumbling ...

The smoke, settling from the explosions, merged around the v ast number of rub b le piles. A solider, wounded, hides behind the wall, using it as shelter. He looks ...

Thanks for the crits you guys! Suzanne>> Several things you commented on will be explained later in the story (ie: the wires/ why they didn't kill Hitler earlier). I agree ...

Nice work -Kylan

Hate to sound ignorant, but I didn't understand this piece. As always, the poem itself is brilliant - I've always loved your poetry - but this one went over my ...

[pre]Germany, May 10th 1933[/pre] “Säuberung!” The massive crowd roared deeply, a titanic, subterranean monster, marching around the bonfire which casted deep, rutted shadows across the universit