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Eh... she wrote that when she was 11. She's writing much much better now. I just decided to revive this topic. Why? Because I'm mean like that, lol. Besides, it ...

LOL! If you want a challenge, Jiggy, I suggest that you join "La Plume Noire" which is a usergroup full of such challenges. Jess... you're missing stuff. What does the ...

Oh! I do like this story, perhaps even better than the little of Hourglass I’ve read. Did you ever continue this, or is it just hanging still? “Do not be ...

Hehehe... I love bringing back old work of yours, Sam. :P This has potential... except for the ending. No, scratch that. There is no ending. But there's lots of things ...

Awkward sentences: "Roman looks down at the figure lying in the circle of stones, a mess of tangled hair and sodden wings. " The commas make it weird, lol. Like ...

The only real way of sticking to a story is forcing yourself to keep writing. But, for the sake of clarity, let me be a little bit more specific. This ...

Read work by writers who are older than you about people who are older than you. The story that opened me up to the adult world was Jane Austen's Pride ...

I would say he teases her intensely until she begins to cry. ...but then, that wouldn't be quite romantic, would it? Okay, scratch that. I say he should look at ...

Wow... I am totally surprised from all the response. I expected one or two people to look at it (or at least write a critique) and I have ten replies. ...

Oh! This is soooo funny. I like the big obnoxious words and how you use them. And the birds shitting on you so they could touch your greatness... perfect! The ...

It sounds like an interesting setting. I would hardly call it a story.

Emily wasn’t really that special, she was just one of those strange girls that just stood out. Not on purpose, mind you. She just did. I had met her on ...

Ah, don't we love sex stories? :P Pretty stuff mostly. I just have one problem with these two lines: Footsteps whisper on smooth, white marble…silver anklets hinting songs of the ...

It had no order, no structure. What was up and what was down was irrelevant in a place like this. But when I said that nothing lived here, I lied. ...

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