StandStrong

The paranoid side of me swore I had been followed, though not once had I seen the same person twice. The tingling feeling down my back didn't go away even ...

The Kettle was as it always had been: rustic, cozy, and comfortably warm. The walls were stone, the floor wood, and the thick rafters were let to show. I found ...

From the curb, 613 Ferret Drive looked like the neighborhood's spook house: aged shingles hanging to the roof by a nail, turret seemingly to be supported by toothpick-like columns of ...

After Review-day edit: I found little rest in Ferret Park after I cleaned myself up and fell asleep on a bench. The people woke me up with their chatter, and ...

OK, I know I said I'd work on this "later", but I read your review prior to getting in the shower, and we all know what happens when we writers ...

Thank you Big Brother!!! :D Something to bear in mind with future reviews is I want the hashing out on what needs fixing, too, or expanded on, or explained better, ...

After-review day edit: Shadows wriggled in the house, eery and sharp. Sounds from the past wormed its way to me—tile floors creaked like wooden panels, the dry bathroom sink made ...

It's a good start, you have the themes and central questions outlined pretty well. I will go through stuff chronologically. These were the guys whose parents slaved day and night ...

LOL!!! I love it when mistypes are pointed out to me--most of them are so comical! Yet another reason why we all must make sure to run things through an ...

Thanks! I will make some changes to the rubbed raw bit... and that entire paragraph was a bear! We're dealing not only with timey-wimey-ness (to quote Dr Who), but also ...

Three cheers for Mesh-ups! he he! I don't remember the mass pm either, but you do have to admit it is quite the hoot!!!

I shook the bird seed from my hair into the bath tub, the seeds falling to the white tub, sticking to my hairspray lacquered curls as my fingers yanked on ...

I'm known as a recluse and as antisocial because by the time my characters are done talking to me--or past me--or through me--I'm so worn out of listening to people ...

--Rianna Sweetzer-- Cigarette , they had called that smoldering tube that man puffed on. While smoking was hardly taboo--those who could afford it smoked pipes--this form of smoking was peculiar ...

Rianna entered and took a quick glance around at the men and women hooting for a fight. None of them were anyone she would intentionally tangle with--though she could handle ...