Rydia

Scipio "Well how do I look?" Scipio took a step back and almost stumbled as the weight of the armour shifted. "Good," Alice told him. "Your lance, sir," one of ...

An excellent chapter, my friend. I think you have some good description, some lovely dialogue and generally it flows very well. Also, I think I'd like to see more of ...

Very good, my friend, and I'm so pleased that you decided to give it a go. The rhythm is very fast which adds a lot to the poem and I ...

Hello again! My general impression of this poem is that it's nice and it flows well but there's so much more than you could convey to the reader. I think ...

"Sky?" "Yup." Scipio and Alice played a little longer but then they began to bore of the game and sat, wrapped up in their thoughts until the sound of a ...

I'm pretty sure there's another link about it somewhere on the site. I think I shall have another go. I think it's a lovely way to raise food for Africa.

"Umm... Atlas?" Alice guessed, noting a small pile of books. Scipio turned to glance at them and shook his head. "Didn't even know that was there." "This one's hard... oh! ...

Oh wow, those are awesome! I love the pirates one and Jaws.

"I wouldn't go without you," Scipio protested. "And you must promise that you wont faint during the match. I want you to watch me knock him off his horse." "I'll ...

I think I found it more creepy and strange than addicting but then, I was concentrating on the words quite a lot to see if I could translate some of ...

I read part of this but I didn't get far. Partly because it was just before my birthday and I took it back to the library so that I could ...

I feel sorry for the poor woman who fell over. I mean, how many times did those jerks have to show the clip? That was just cruel.

"Would you care to join me for the evening meal?" Lionel asked, entering the room and closing the door behind him. Scipio still had his sword drawn and Lionel's eyes ...

Great work, Adam!

Mishca I was beginning to despair. These people weren't listening to me. Did they somehow sense that I didn't belong with them, that I was not one of them? Letting ...