TheManintheHat

The Red Pen has allowed me to post this: Enjoy! Long after Momma and Mommy had gone to bed, Lisa stole downstairs. As punishment, she was deprived of her personal ...

I really should have put this under Science Fiction, upon reflection. The Seed is indeed artificial insemination, but that is not at all the reason. There's a fundamental point that ...

This is all my Red Pen of Death has allowed me to post, so here it is. Enjoy and critique: The cabin of the groundcar was not a comfortable place ...

Hey there, All the nitpicks I caught were already mentioned, so I;m not going to waste your time repeating them. For what you have, I was interested. Not by the ...

Hello Skorpionne, I'm going to get the bad part out of the way: as it has been said, a few of your rhymes are forced. There. That's it for that. ...

This is a folktale I wrote to accompany a longer work I am still writing. Long ago, the stories said, a magician walked in the woods, singing to all the ...

'sup bro I'm not the biggest fan of science, but that didn't stop me from appreciating your poem. It's been said before, and I second the notion: This might go ...

Lumi, I don't know quite where to start. What you've got here is powerful. It's abstract, letting the reader draw they're own connections. It's vivid, showing your skill with wordwork. ...

Hello Teamdelware, I have only a few comments to give here, so I'll make it quick. The beginning: there didn't seem to be any organization and that took away some ...

I'm not a fan of biology, but I thought that your idea of genetic judgement was good one. Original, in my limited experience. The emotions of the little boy were ...

I enjoyed reading your poem, but I cannot call it great. You held my interest, but there was nothing truely special about it. I firmly believe, though, that you will ...

This is a novel attempt for me, to write romantically. Please, tell me what you think of this poem: Here are my hands They will work for you Here are ...

This is my first draft of a 100% dialoage story. “Mommy, what does that say?” “What does what say, sweetie?” “That. The big sign up there.” “You know mommy can’t ...

-Chapter Three- The night was a gentle one by any man’s standards. The waning sliver of the moon illuminated clouds floating on a ghost of a wind. It was this ...

Never Has Arrived Coming with footfalls soft A shadow holds aloft A scythe, wicked and wild Here for his promised child. Child who would never die, Never has come passing ...