WaywardBird

Alright, so since you helped me out on my story, I get to help you out on yours. I picked the one with the least comments- here's me helping to ...

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This is an English Essay, so reviews are very much appreciated. Thanks! Edits and reviews are appreciated, style preffered over grammar objective. Thanks! The day started out like any other, ...

I love the first two. They are very charasmatic, and full of character, and ooze your own specific style. The bricks and the way you did the smoke was a ...

First off, I love your signature! Don't get me wrong- I love the story and the words, but the tempo felt too long. Loveeedd the imagry, but perhaps if we ...

ooohh, a noir poem! funnnn! The, uh, which one was it? The one towards the begining where you're telling about the foe striking again? That couplet is a little long ...

Okay, I clicked on this link because I knew it'd make me roll my eyes, but... Um? is this a joke? nonono, of course not, that was terribly rude of ...

Sorry! Had to hurry and could only read a quarter of it, but figure i might as well say something! 1. It's a bit direct. (id est, Ezekeil shouting "Don't ...

Now, what's the issue here? hmmm.... I'm going to comment as I read along, I don't want to miss anything. 1. More detail would be nice. As Isabella walks through ...

OMYGOD THIS IS THE FUNNIEST F*CKIN THING I'VE READ ALL DAY. you should create a twitter account and post them on there, you know, like recap the entire series. People ...

warning!Warning! this may be a biased opinion because of my personality and limited experiance Um... Are you a volenteer brain surgeon on the side too? Goodness gracious, it's not a ...

The town was humming with the news of Windsor’s escape. Everyone was shocked and frightened by the idea that someone could assault our police in such a way, and not ...

I'll level with you- not a big fan of the first stanza. It seems like something cliched. Let us explore, and call upon the terrific tool, Thesaurus. All the pros ...

Lol, son, I think you just wrote a poem embodying the teenage condition. Often times I find myself quoting the billion dollar rule: " Above all, to thine self be ...

I slunk across the back alleys, hunting a way into the courtyard in front of City Hall where they had chained him. I was in my father’s boots, two pairs ...