pegasi_quill

It's just a simple free verse poem that I did awhile ago. Dreams Wishing to be taken away in my dreams where nothing is what it seems to leave the ...

In the Shadows of Trees We walk in the darkness of Balboa Park after the Glass Menagerie. A flock of Reconsider line-break; the last word should always be effective, strong, ...

Holme’s Last Resort I couldn’t help but smile at the sight, for what a sight it was. His twitching eyes his bulging veins. Sherlock Holmes, champion of reason, master of ...

Strangers’ Meeting It’s funny how Fate works in That's twice in a row, and at the very beginning fo the poem, too, that you've messed up the line breaks. Look ...

Her feet pound the pavement, slapping incessantly against hard concrete. More imagery here, i think, would be good. Her limbs burn, sweat oozes from her pores. Her lungs blaze with ...

This is (probably) a novel not in chapters. I'm not used to writing for an audience, but that is what this piece is intended for - an audience. I usually ...

Repeatedly bitten, by a thousand Not sure you need that comma there Gleaming star-strewn eyes. And yet the sting dulls into Oblivion, amnesia’s innocent surprise. I like the rhythm of ...

I agree, Sohini, Funke IS a fantastic storyteller. The Inkheart trilogy (well, the first two parts, so far) were good, but they're not really the sort of books I'd go ...

chapter 1 "The first day of school." I said quietly to myself with a sense of dread No space . My name is Louis Nightshine. I'm your typical 13 year ...

She is walking along the water, making moves that look so imaginary "so imaginary" sounds a bit too vague. It doesn't really tell me anything about her moves. Be specific, ...