PenguinAttack

PenguinAttack. I believe. Add away. (If that doesn't work, it's Penguin related and Insomnia has me added) *Hearts* Le Penguin.

“Hey now, hey now.” Peter grabbed a tissue from behind the counter and handed it to me, looking slightly frantic. “It’s all right, breathe.” I could feel my cheeks heating ...

Thank you all for your comments! I lurve you dearly for them. ^^ I'd like to stress that this is only the first chapter, and there's more to come, and ...

Ruth Etting woke me at 6am, my back screaming to be bent out of the awkward position I’d left it in. Looking down at my arms, I realised I’d fallen ...

“There’s no clarity in conscience.” Daryl always ignored the beauty in thought, plunging straight to the core of anything we spoke on. I’d ask him about the devil, and he'd ...

Twittertops! Long time no chat, I think I’ll be brief on this, because it’s very well organised, this piece. On the Sense – very well done, it was well explained ...

I'm always ever-so glad when you post, Braddeh. I'm extra glad because I'm thoroughly enjoying this. You're coming into your imagery very nicely. ^^ I appreciate it both here and ...

Would you mind terribly, please? The Space Between. *Hearts* Le Penguin.

Done, darlings.

Hullo there Icaruss. ^^ Your work tends to intrigue me, so I’m actually quite glad you’ve forced me to critique sommat. Don’t put those flashbacks in italics. While I know ...

Hullo Ma'am Fishy. Well, I'm not really sure what to say, hah. I've never really ventured into Historical Fiction, thanks for the opportunity. Now, I assume that Historical Fiction works ...

Oooh, I like it, Lee. I can't wait to see it when it allll happens. ^^ Awesomesocks. *Hearts* Le Penguin.

Hi Do! Hope you’re doing well. Now, I’ve read the story, and I decided that since all of what I have to say covers the entire story, I’ve just made ...

Water gurgles with a splashing scoosh. Scoosh is not a word, I know, I know. Rap on the knuckles, mister, wear the dunce hat now. Laugh and smile. Lord in ...

Hi Jelly! Yet already boxes crowd my space. < “yet already” feels awkward here. Where pictures were never hung. < I’d delete “were” here, it’s cumbersome. Where movie stubs were ...