StoryWeaver13

Thanks for reviewing my story! And now, why not return the favor? Well I thought this was a pretty good beginning. But you have no idea how much the lack ...

Thanks. For whatever reason, the novel wouldn't let me add chapters to this, so now both chapter 1 and 2 are (or should be) under another novel page with the ...

Probably, probably, it was all making her head hurt. She kicked the door closed. It didn't have the same effect as it would have if it had been wide open. ...

Reading the first chapter before this one will likely make this a little more interesting and easier to understand...really not feeling great about this chapter, though. Tuesday: 4:45 A.M. The ...

Obviously you've gotten just about million replies to this, so I doubt there's anything else I could really add. Do you think I could put this poem into one of ...

“What you see and what is there Could be split upon a hair. I can see what you can not; I can see when you will rot. Seem a little ...

That's why she survived it – or maybe something in her died that was going to kill her. No, she has green eyes – she was never going to die ...

This was definately a new idea, and I really like the perspective. If there's just one thing I'd say to lighten up on the italics, because it's sort of a ...

Bullies are terrible - even the bullies that don't attack you from the outside. All the same, this poem was lacking something. The rhyme scheme was restricting and sing-songy, and ...

Well I think the people before me did a good job of taking this piece-by-piece, so I guess I'll just sum it up. It was pretty good, although there were ...

Five A.M. “March!” That was Captain Clone. Her real name was Cloen, but everyone called her Clone behind her back. This is because she looked like all the other female ...

Another quick write, rip it apart. I Am the Girl of the Moon I lie back on my crescent hammock As it drifts on through the sky, Swung ‘round the ...

This place is dark and dank and cold, The aged food now flecked with mold, All light lost in the window's grime, Others' words reduced to pantomime For I don't ...

Well I think the rhyme scheme weighed you down. It didn't fit the mood of the poem really, and it binded you to use certain words and kept you from ...

a red rose tears all over my eyes as red as the rose First of all, sorry, but roses are such a cliche. I see them in too many poems ...