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  • General Fiction Short Stories Re: Memories

    Although "sucked" is (possibly) grammatically correct in the. . . seventh paragraph (oh, you should do something about the paragraph setup), I believe you change it to "suck." You should ...

    Feb 12, 2008
  • General Fiction Short Stories Re: Daddy's Baby Ruth

    I have nothing to say. It's beautiful, touching, sweet. You've excellently (as far as I know) depicted this sad plight of many American families. Thank you.

    Feb 12, 2008
  • General Fiction Short Stories Re: Hospital Nativity

    Watch the braces: “All things came to be through him, and without him nothing came to be. What came to be through him was life. . . .” (John 1:3) ...

    Feb 11, 2008
  • Fantasy Novels Re: Of the Lands of Ray and Hammer, Segment 9

    Of the Lands of Ray and Hammer , Segment 9, "Pawn": Returnert had still not been disposed of. The conference with the Dark One had gone well, but Returnert felt ...

    Feb 10, 2008
  • Action/Adventure Novels Re: The Magic of Chocolate: (chapter 6) A Criminal Reunion

    Watch the braces: Dante sat on his cot in the cell, doodling in the notebook. He drew whatever came to his mind. His first picture had been one of him ...

    Feb 10, 2008
  • Action/Adventure Novels Re: The Magic of Chocolate: (chapter 5) Journal of a Prisoner

    Watch the braces: After Dante was safely in jail, the cop g{a}ve him two things{: a} black, felt-tipped marker and a notebook. “It’s for a journal,” the cop said{,} “I ...

    Feb 10, 2008
  • Fantasy Novels Re: Of the Lands of Ray and Hammer, Segment 8

    Of the Lands of Ray and Hammer , Segment 8, "No Failures": The people of Lydighet's village were in bondage, having been taken down into the plains surrounding the Dark ...

    Feb 8, 2008
  • Action/Adventure Novels Re: The Magic of Chocolate: (chapter 4) On Trial

    Watch the braces: The police caught the young man, after about an hour-long chase, and brought him into a small building that smelled like eggs. The man hated the smell ...

    Feb 8, 2008
  • Action/Adventure Novels Re: The Magic of Chocolate: (chapter 3) Space Call

    Comments, edits, added material – it's all in braces. The young man pulled {the item} out the box. He had run away from Conscilia, and he was almost out of ...

    Feb 8, 2008
  • Fantasy Novels Re: Of the Lands of Ray and Hammer, Segment 7

    Of the Lands of Ray and Hammer , Segment 7, "Welcome!": Far to the southwest near where the lands are broken the Gulf of Hammer, the people of Lydighet's village ...

    Feb 6, 2008
  • General Fiction Short Stories Re: why did it happen to me?

    Watch the braces: {S}he drifted off to sleep. When she {a}woke the next morning, {Sequoya} found herself in her own bed. Confused, she sat up quickly, almost knocking off the ...

    Feb 6, 2008
  • General Fiction Short Stories Re: why did it happen to me?

    Watch the braces: As the day wore on, Sequoyah quietly s{a}ng to herself, going about her daily chores. Slowly she knelt down on her knees to fill {a} bucket, letting ...

    Feb 6, 2008
  • Fantasy Novels Re: Of the Lands of Ray and Hammer, Segment 6

    Of the Lands of Ray and Hammer , Segment 6, "Departure": The next morning, Lydighet awoke earlier than usual. It would be around three hours before sunrise. The boy had ...

    Feb 4, 2008
  • Action/Adventure Novels Re: The Magic of Chocolate: (chapter 2) The Drop of a Pen

    Remarks and add-ins are in braces: {On the date spoken of, t}he most important city in the United States of America was Conscilia, Texas. It was on the west side ...

    Feb 4, 2008
  • Action/Adventure Novels Re: The Magic of Chocolate: (chapter 1) Chocolate Bar

    Remarks and add-ins are in braces. I didn't read others' reviews so I might be repeating someone. “Dark or milk?” the receptionist at {“}The Center of Chocolate{”} asked the young, ...

    Feb 4, 2008


A person is a fool to become a writer. His only compensation is absolute freedom. He has no master except his own soul, and that, I am sure, is why he does it.
— Roald Dahl