mnesomeye

*sigh* I hate wars with a shameless passion. They're so pointless, so stupid , but those pathetic, power hungry @#&-holes we call our "governments" don't see it the way we ...

Didn't Will, from your Because story, also have a dimple in his left cheek...? I'm guessing you have a fetish for dimples, perhaps? *smirks*

So she does find love, after all. *raises eyebrow*

Ewwwww, that bit with the sex made me squeamish *laughs* but I'm still ploughing through all your work in a desperate attempt to fill the void that 'Because' has left ...

Oh hell, more, MORE, PLEASE. I CANNOT believe that it stops here!! NO! *falls onto floor sobbing* My life is OVER! OVER I tell you! You think I'm dramatising here, ...

Ahhhh I'm getting too much absorbed into this story... I'm gonna go to bed tonight in a fit over what happens next =_=

*READS ON* xD I LOVE stories about... well, what I like to call "Forbidden Love". Things that aren't normal, looked down upon by society, dangerous, whatever. Homosexuality for instance (although ...

*reads on*

*laughs* OK - the person who's just critiqued you has pretty much said everything that needs to be said, but that was good considering it's your first (second, if you ...

S'another long review, comin' right at-cha from none other than The Mnesomeye herself! *applause* Yeah, I'm bored. Anyway. Let the quotes begin. There was so little to do there that ...

I agree - she goes from being a goddess of 'goodness, love' etc to being a goddess of women and weaving. However, were you trying to say that as the ...

Oh WOW! This story is so... enchating... scary... original. I can't wait to see more of it! ^_^ Everything that needs to have been said has been said, although there's ...

Hi - my turn to review! Contrary to all the others here, I feel that the insignificance of Katie was brilliant, and the way she so point-blank died and moved ...

Ohmigosh - AMEN. I agree with you 100%, hands down, period, etck etck etck. I suppose my hatred of it also spawns from the fact that I have symbolophobia... (look ...

She looked across to the other table at the group of girls, as they laughed; played with their glossy, glued extensions; complimented each other's luminous, dirty faces, streaked with paint ...