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I thought some of this was well written, and some of it was unclear to me. I think you could certainly fatten this piece up. ~*~ "So things change once ...

I think this is a good composition of idea, the flow of it is clear and forceful, without smothering itself in explicitness. I liked the transition between the two halves, ...

In the green plant taste, so tart and thin and dry, which makes for velvety tongues and toadstool faces; in the green, a lamented sadness; in the sharp soggy green ...

Sara Rose, hey. I've been out of treatment for anorexia nervosa for about two years now; been through the hospitalization and relapse and hell.I lost years and years of my ...

I liked this. It captured something I have personally had to face, and I appreciated how you expressed it. We cannot love each other, although the warmth we have (remove ...

Thank you for taking the time to critique.

She was supposed to look like a girl in a woman's body, but her eyes look too sharp. You're right, though. I'll retry it later when I find my water ...

Babs, chills like 'Mufassa!?' Are you sure? That has to be the greatest thing I've ever heard. Yellow Scar: I see what you mean. It is, a yellow scar that ...

I thought I told you....!

Your picture has a good composition. It's interesting, it keeps the viewer's eyes moving. It captures the idea/subject well. I think the colors could be brighter, but not so much ...

Proud of you! Hey there, I'm sorry things are so hard. PM me if you need someone to talk to. Here is an example of editing that needs to be ...

O, what a gilded mesh you have woven with your robbery; wrong thefts picked tenderly through the finery of literature. Bring your spoils to the craftsman and mend, and bend, ...

Sistanuuk: Thank you for taking the time to read this and critique it. I'm glad you liked the references. Hm, how to explain the 'keep' line...part of me resists going ...

---- JuDe ---- [s]```~*~```[/s] Jude raised his brow as the two stranger's conversation dwindled into a weighted silence. He turned his head slightly as the waitress arrived with the candies. ...

Ode to Neruda inundated, the substance silent forget-me-nots in bloom tenacious in collapse written in resistance facing the undirected multitude nation the yellow scar maps shaken by another night’