Rydia

Chapter 3: Marissa stared at Colt as he finished telling her what had happened. She shook her head in disbelief. "So [s]your[/s] you're saying that someone murdered the CEO of ...

Okay, here's the suggestion I would have made to your original version of the article (I'm not reading their edited version until afterwards). I want to see how my editing ...

The Loser You know what makes a good loser? Practice. – Ernest Hemingway (1899 –1961) [An interesting choice of quote. I don't know that I quite agree with the sentiment ...

You Looked Like An Angel [You're right, it isn't the best of titles but I'll come back to this when I'm done reading. Give me a nudge if I forget...] ...

Could I be any more brainless? All these strange [Comma here.] sharper senses… and for what? I don’t know how to use them correctly, and I still blunder on as ...

The hallway disappeared from around her. [This is a little awkward. Maybe 'The hallway disappeared around her' or 'The hallway around her disintegrated.'] The searing scent of burning flesh crawled ...

“Dude, that party was awesome!” Michael said for the third time that night, his speech slurred by a few too many beers at a local kegger. He stumbled along the ...

Austin was washing his hands. A steady stream of lukewarm water enveloped them in a frothy whiteness as he harshly rubbed the inside of his palms. The orange scented dish ...

A moment [s]pasees,[/s] passes and Beatrice suddenly rushes back, hugging me again, before darting right out of the door for good this time. “Here.” Violet appears with the tea tray, ...

My eyelashes are stuck together. [So what. My eyelashes are always stuck together but I have no trouble with that. I think you mean eyelids, dear. And even then, that ...

Miss Nathanial raves on and on about her nice visit with Mr. Darren. Many of us grow irritable and weary of hearing about it, although our young mistress doesn’t seem ...

Marissa stared at the man in front of her. At 29, he hadn't changed much, except for the broad shoulders and the tighter, flatter stomach. The muscles of his chest ...

Hey there! Looks like I’ve found time sooner than I expected =) Sorry this has taken so long, dear, but without further ado, here it is: Midnight Horror Island August ...

Hello my dear! A critique, just for you: The title: I love it. Your word choice is perfect. It's intriguing, it's pivotal to the poem and already there's a gorgeous ...

Mostly just some grammar suggestions and typos in this one, but I did want to briefly comment on the plot. In the scene when Rachel tells her story and they ...