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Crap. Just...crap. :smt021

[sits down suddenly] Wow. That...really sucks. :shock: That really really sucks. Thanks for giving us notice though, I guess. And thanks for running the site for so long. It's been ...

"Things always go weird when you reformat." ... :shock: Well, they do!

This is a good poem, particularly for only a second attempt at poetry (!!!). The only issue I have with it is as Blue Haze said, the repetition of "and". ...

Buy books. Every book I ever wanted LMAO. Biggles books! MANY Biggles books. RARE Biggles books. And I'd go to England. Maybe. And then I guess I'd get more books. ...

I found 1984 disturbing....does that count? I generally stay away from disturbing books though. I'm already disturbed enough as it is. Although, that being said, the "Tomorrow" series by John ...

Yeah, so I was procrastinating and realized that I never actually read the comments on this piece :oops: :lol: so now I have to improve it (anything to get out ...

Personally, I think good grades (or, as we say in NZ, good marks) do matter - but only in as much as you expect them from yourself. I'm an academic ...

The trouble with describing looks, if you ask me, is that the audience/reader always knows EXACTLY what you're doing. No matter how you try to work it in, it always ...

Lie obviously about trivial things such as the time of day. Heheh I am SO going to do that. :lol: :lol: :lol: :twisted:

[throttles the poem] Talk about driving me crazy. I love it, but I cant stop picking at it. Argh!

A prologue done correctly can be fabulous - it can hook the reader into the plot and get things rolling, provide background without unnecessary explanations, et cetera. I like prologues. ...

I dont know when this one happened, Mesh, so I cant add to your theory of bubbles-writing-better-when-she's-out-of-her-head-with-exhaustion-ish-ness-whatever...LOL. Which, you know, is really...I'm no

Random editing time! Whee! Drowned you were dead and gone before I found you sprawled in a Romantic heap on the sand (but still dead). I tried to breathe some ...