ProfessorRabbit

My love for you is eternal, My love for you is strong, My love for you is lethal, But you want it gone. (( Last line is too short. Perhaps ...

Sitting on that chair with the cold, damp wood under my legs I felt as if I were dead. It was damp with my sweat. Damp with my doubt. You ...

Oooh, I see you haven't posted any reviews. :) This is just a friendly little note to tell you that this site requests a critique-to-post ratio of 2:1. EDIT: I ...

All I ever hear anyone talk about on the internet nowadays is Twilight, it seems like. Whatever happened to Amelia Atwater-Rhodes? Now, there was some good YA vampireness. EDIT: Of ...

North, East, South, and West The wind shall come with it's best Blowing, gusting, shaking the trees Making people weak at their knees. Remove the apostrophe in "its." "Weak at ...

Melissa stood quietly by the door, out of the sight of Stacey and Mark. “Dear-” “I’m just saying I don’t think we can afford to have another child. That’s all,” ...

Mark tried to scream, but as soon as he opened his mouth the icy cold water flooded in, and all that emerged was a strangled gurgling sound. He kicked and ...

I agree with Snoik on this one. I'd never heard of puppy mills before, either, and your essay merely states that puppies are kept in cages and... bred? What for? ...

Scrumptious, nutritious, delicious. Watch your spelling. Also, comma after "nutritious." If you rearrange the first line so that "long" is at the end, you can rhyme it with "smoking my ...

Smoothly do they glide, Smoothly do they set; The stars upon them twinkle Infinitely set. What are "they?" If you're talking about dreams, the word "dreams" only takes up the ...

Afraid of what the world might think Of what he’s dreaming of. The second line here is kind of weird. I don't like the double use of the word "of" ...

Aww. :( I thought at first that this was a Darkangel fanfiction, and I was excited to read it! But then I saw that it was Twilight, which I've never ...

The whole time I was reading your story - even the title! - I couldn't shake the feeling that I was reading an NC story from Kirsten's Archives, or some ...

The night sings sweetly, it dances toward the city’s light. It’s on nights like these that memories happen, and streetlamps flicker in delight. I don't know that "it" is a ...

Sorry I took so long to get back to you on this one, TL. I got all caught up in the holiday fervor ( read: I spent the weekend wasted ...