mikepyro

The it's 4/5ths full rabble rabble rabble! This piece reminded me of some of my later works like adequate man or yellow sheets dealing with disease and borrowed time. And ...

May be strong and edgy but it's not very well written. The imagery is flat, repetitious, and instantly forgettable. Maybe try something aside lyrics, as all these pieces just end ...

Oh my brothers, do you feel the hatred growing'? Do you hear the children screamin'? Do you hear the men a chantin' songs of fire, brimstone, and hell? Oh my ...

Who's - should be whose. Cut the second down the drain line, it's redundant. Keep it as salt is dumped. The transition to the family mom/dad is oo abrupt. Throught- ...

Oh my brothers, do you feel the hatred growin'? Do you hear the children screamin'? Do you hear the men a chantin' songs of fire, brimstone, and hell? Oh my ...

I can feel the words and emotion here, but honestly its more a rant than it is a poem. The ideas aren't fleshed out, the imagery flat, and it's something ...

This was suprisingly decent. I write alot of dialogue driven work and so I'm usually appalled at how bad and stilted alot of dialogue and char on this site are. ...

All of then. Cause I'm awesome.

yo smilyn, how's it been? I have a piece that I consider one of my better works that kinda got passed over for reviews when I posted it. Would love ...

Honestly I find the idea of rushing out a novel rather stupid. Not only will it require rediculous ammounts of reedits but you don't get the time to really plan ...

God forbid a published novel be better than an unpublished short story. Sorry you don't like the name Bob.

twould most enjoy a lookie here. my newest piece Bob the Tumor. all dialogue, looks long but mainly due to format, people who read it breeze through though. Just another ...

I have a piece I think you may enjoy and I'd appreciate a review (however in depth is your choice) It's under scripts but only because it doesn't fit anywhere ...

*Not really a script, I know, but as it's an all dialogue piece I felt it fit well in the category.* Wake up. “Hello?” Hello, Michael. “Who is this? Who ...

--“Mr. Swan, I’m afraid I have bad news.” “Is it that my cancer’s spreading?” --“Why yes…yes it is.” “It’s in my brain now?” --“I—it is.” I told you. “That’s unfortun