Sumi H. Inkblot

Hi Alexis! Welcome to the YWS! I'm Sumi, feel free to PM me if you need help navigating or anything. Already critiqued your poem...I'm the type that writes decently, but ...

....erm, this sounds stupid, but what is the point of this poem? **Oh, BTW, Welcome to the YWS!** I fall motionless on summer sands, Packed away in the blue bag ...

So THAT'S what he looks like. Heh heh heh.... Somebody had fun with a gun that shoots oatmeal....xD

Oh, wow. Goosebumps, drowns! I like your style, it's kind of like a snake in the sense that it swings words gently back and forth, back and forth until BAM!- ...

seems I'll never cease running into these types of avatars :P

9/10...AWESOME! I hated KH. :D I'll be sure to check out your story soon. ;)

That's awesome, man. I love it. :D And I haven't even played that particular Pokemon game.... (only played Ruby and Yellow :oops:) but it's still really cool. Reminds me of ...

Martha sucked in her breath, and wrapped her arms in a relieved embrace around the tree trunk. Would Lucile never stop chasing her from the only decent set of stores ...

Man , i am getting sick and tired of editting! However i will do some more. One day though when i am big and poreful, i am going to to ...

thanks guys! ^^ (I just had this really weird dream where this poem was called heresy.......) Just out of curiosity, kitty, what did you think the viewpoint char was? I'm ...

Hi Tempest and welcome to the YWS! I'm Sumi- feel free to PM me if you have any questions :D You're not the only one who rambles on here, rest ...

I has arrived :P :trumpet fanfare: OK, you told me your mom proofread this....did she miss all the capitalization errors? 'Cuz they're kinda blatant, but whatever. Strikeouts are what you ...

So true ^^ 10/10

Hi Dragon. It's basically like Claudette said- the lone singer is the one you focus on. Also, as a13 pointed out, if you're giving up because some people pointed out ...

As long as you and I can remember Back before then, even, My family’s house stood against the wind, A sanctuary for my frail being. The shouts of their offspring ...