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  • Lyric Poetry Re: Skies

    Very nice poem. It definitely has a lot to say, although having a lot to say doesn't always mean longer...but because it was longer, it afforded you some great 'extra' ...

    May 18, 2008
  • General Fiction Novels Re: Collision (Part Two)

    Sylvia Dublin stood, half-asleep, at the counter in the showroom of her flower store. It had been a long day, preparing flower arrangements for three separate weddings. She never expected ...

    May 18, 2008
  • Lyric Poetry Re: Lake

    I like this poem a lot! It is certainly a longing for things to be as they were in the past. Reflecting on the past always makes for good poetry. ...

    May 18, 2008
  • General Fiction Short Stories Re: The Love Note

    you've definitely got a great start, keep up the good work :) very interesting!

    May 18, 2008
  • General Fiction Novels Re: Collision (Part One)

    The thorn bushes lining the muddy creek tore at his flesh with brutal force as he ran. He had been running for quite some time now. For his own sake, ...

    May 18, 2008
  • General Fiction Short Stories Re: THE BED.

    Well, that was very creative, I must say. Like other people have said, a few minor things, for instance, rating a story like this always helps. But really, you seemed ...

    May 17, 2008
  • General Fiction Short Stories Re: Collision

    The thorn bushes lining the muddy creek tore at his flesh with brutal force as he ran. He had been running for quite some time now. For his own sake, ...

    May 17, 2008
  • Narrative Poetry Re: The Artisan is Dead

    Hmm...very interesting. I've always found poems written like this to be particularly appealing. Right to the point. I like it.

    Feb 23, 2007
  • General Fiction Short Stories Re: Counting the Words for Snow

    Hey, that was nice! Like the others have said, you are very good at describing things. Imagery was excellent. It was short, though. There better be more! Only one suggestion. ...

    Feb 23, 2007
  • Historical Fiction Short Stories Re: Salem Underground

    Adrenaline. Pounding heart. Stumbling feet. Sweaty palms. Reeling head. Dark night. Tall trees. Rain. Sooner or later, his feet got one step ahead of his mind, and he collapsed on ...

    Feb 14, 2007


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