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Vivian

  • Novel / Chapter » Mystery / Suspense, Supernatural Re: She is Death Pt. 6 - The Song

    Heellooo, Vivian here to review. I have decided to break out of my usual reviewing style for this chapter with the most interesting and mysterious name. I will still start ...

    Jul 6, 2015
  • Novel / Chapter » Realistic, Fantasy Re: Adonia, Beloved / Chapter 8

    Patriotism can sometimes be a double edged sword as well, so can trust. Hey, Viv here to do a review. First, I love this story so much. Second, why couldn't ...

    Jun 24, 2015
  • Novel / Chapter » Supernatural, Horror Re: She is Death Pt. 5 - The Confusion

    Hello, your pal Vivian here. For once, I have no mistakes to point out and I was pretty interested in this Devin guy. What a cute relationship they have, but ...

    Jun 24, 2015
  • Novel / Chapter » Horror, Supernatural Re: She is Death Pt. 4 - The Queendom

    Hey Sharrae, I am so glad that the fourth chapter is out. I feel like we are finally getting some answers. So as I have done for my last few ...

    Jun 18, 2015
  • Novel / Chapter » Horror, Supernatural Re: She is Death Pt. 3 - The Friend

    Hey Viv here to review. (If only I made it first). So as usual I will start of with a few nitpicks and then give you your praise. 1. "Waiting ...

    Jun 10, 2015
  • Poetry » General, Dramatic Re: Victim

    Viv Here. I guess this is sort of uplifting. But I feel it needs more, unless you are trying to say more with less. If you are, then its great ...

    Jun 5, 2015
  • Short Story » Horror, Supernatural Re: She is Death Pt. 2 - The Cabin

    Hey, Viv here for a review. Let's start with nitpicks. 1. "No matter hold old, she’d tell ‘Come sit on mommy’s lap.’" -I think you probably meant to put "how ...

    Jun 5, 2015
  • Poetry » Other, General Re: How do I stand?

    Well, to answer the underlying question of this poem I think it's just because we are human, we are living beings, and its just what we do. I just don't ...

    Jun 5, 2015
  • Other » Other, Realistic Re: Dear Future Kid: A Letter

    Okay, I'm not going to lie, this whole letter made me tear up a little. I have absolutely nothing to critique about because I honestly believe it is a great ...

    May 29, 2015
  • Short Story » Literature, Realistic Re: Those things we remember, those things we forget

    I like it, and the title really helps to understand the general sense of what is going on. But I am slightly confused. Firstly, did Donna fall of the branch? ...

    May 23, 2015
  • Poetry » Narrative, Dramatic Re: Blue Jeans

    Hey Morrigan, because I see nothing wrong with this poem and think it is wonderful, I'll just try and interpret what it means. Firstly, i don't get the difference between ...

    May 11, 2015
  • Poetry » Humor, Dramatic Re: A Paradoxical World

    Hey, Viv here to do a review. First of all, great poem. I really liked it. I find it amazing that you kept up the whole contradicting paradox theme for ...

    May 4, 2015
  • Poetry » Romantic, Lyrical Re: of epitaphs and wilder suns

    Well, Dream, what can I say? This poem is amazing. It's so thoughtful and deep and somber. In a good way though. It also reminded me of something one would ...

    Apr 30, 2015
  • Poetry » General, General Re: Widdershins

    Hey, Widdershins. (Sorry in advance if this is an unhelpful review, I'm rusty). Your poem is great, really thoughtful and thought provoking. Everything I read made me feel like you ...

    Apr 4, 2015
  • Poetry » Narrative, Romantic Re: Absolute Depth

    Firstly, welcome to the site (though I'm three days late). Secondly, this is a wonderful poem, its sound like a ballad and something Shakespeare would never be able to do ...

    Mar 26, 2015


For a short space of time I remained at the window watching the pallid lightnings that played above Mont Blanc and listening to the rushing of the Arve, which pursued its noise way beneath. The same lulling sounds acted as a lullaby to my too keen sensations; when I placed my head upon my pillow, sleep crept over me; I felt it as it came and blessed the giver of oblivion.
— Mary Shelley, Frankenstein