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Hullo Tunotoo, D'you know, I think you've got something here. At the same time, it rather needs to excavated from the extra, the addeds and the somewhat stark series of ...

Ach, I'll be back if I can. But I wanted to leave a remark as a placeholder: you made me grin, da? I love the mathematical--or, er, not so maths-related--mutterings ...

Oy, I've always loved your work, Tinny. ^_^ This, 'tis so mellow in cadence, and keeps the low-key in its dictions--even, small words. But there's something fraught beneath. What isn't ...

Forgotten Hope: A dagger pierces, a shout echoes. Clinging on, yet soon panicked into letting go. I like playing with the disjointed--it can add depth to a piece, but most, ...

Hullo. ^^ Rather off-the-cuff, I feel left hanging and hung. Hung, in the positive sense that you've set up the air of the thing with such dour-glower and gloom, that ...

It's lovely. There's something in the end that seems more ambiguous than the beginning and mid-bit. Is the time still baby-time, or is it nebulous - in and out of ...

Hoy. And 'tis Imp, to scrimp and scribble like ink riddles -- or rills -- all over the scraps slight-sight, stills and bits of prose tracked in by truth. More ...

Ciao Olli. ^_^ Not to be repetitious, but it is difficult to give any apt feedback to something so brief. As it is, there's not enough material to judge whether ...

Hullo KS. Welcome to the literary side of YWS. ^_^ As for the piece itself, oy, I'm rather bewildered. Each paragraph seems to stand nearly on its own, but as ...

Ciao Pretty Crazy. ^_^ I rather like the point of view - from bats. ^_^ It brings to mind Brian Jacques and Redwall; and you take it in stride, you ...

Hullo Alex. Welcome to YWS and all that. ^_^ I'm glad you've already posted something literary - 'tis a good way to dive right in, so to speak. As to ...

Oy, welcome to YWS. ^_^ I rather like this. Its rhythm has the feel of a rap, which fits neatly with the subject - a sport. ("Life was dull / ...

Hullo Halcyon! There are bits -- like strands of the mentioned tapestry -- I rather like in this. Hands like doormice. Sucking life out of a cigarette (oy, apt in ...

Ciao SF. ^_^ Firstly, it sounds as if you've an apt imagination--you're thinking of a baseboard for a tale. You have the world, following the apocalypse; you have the slight ...

The Imp would like to make the type and / or literary equivalent of a jig, along with impudent impetuous impenitent importunate laughter in response to the Jigster's indefatigable and ...