smorgishborg

irishfire, this thread is about a hysterically absurd statement on the onion. I mean seriously, dinosaurs crawled along the ground? And what paleontologists once believed to be limbs were actually ...

Read this article in the New York Times the other day, and I've been dying to try Google Translate out. I speak decent spanish, myself. Here's what it gives me: ...

My problems with this poem are twofold; The first, it's not a good poem. It's totally devoid of imagery, plot, or language. And honestly, if you're not going for any ...

*Closed, submit to this contest instead!* I've resisted putting up one of these threads, because I've always wanted to retain the freedom to review what I want to review, and ...

It's a short story, but consider reading Dennis Johnson's Car-Crash While Hitchhiking . Actually, don't consider reading it, EVERYONE should read it, it's a fantastic short little story. I recommend ...

This poem reaches for so many different things, and falls short on almost every one of them. I'm really not sure how that happened. Nothing in this poem matches up ...

My views on Equatorial Guinea have apparently changed. Rigged elections and having a President-for-life isn't cool anymore. Eh? That's not why my views changed. Equatorial Guinea is still the shiz-niz

Thanks again for your comments, GF. I wanted to bump this again, because I got a ton of feedback on this in my class today, which echo'd a lot of ...

Wait, how on earth did I end up posting this in other fiction? Too many tabs open, I think... Thanks for moving.

My views on Equatorial Guinea have apparently changed. Rigged elections and having a President-for-life isn't cool anymore.

Inspired by a forthcoming book on writing by Elmore Leonard, The Guardian newspaper asked a bunch of other authors to provide their top ten writing tips. It's a great aticle ...

Attention must be paid! Let me first explain how I looked at this. You're imagery is inspired and unparalleled on this site, as usual. What I consistently find myself grasping ...

Words, words, words. Are we all not yet the horrid ones with fits of neurosis and melodrama? Perhaps buried deep, unleashed once we've settled into the poem, I might be ...

The first time I go out, to see how it works, I’m allowed to hold the flashlight. Boggs presses it into my hand when we’re getting ready. “Here,” he tells ...

As a reminder to people in this thread, capitalize your I's. Curiously, the five subsequent posts all began with "I"... Also, a brief check through the story forums showed sixty ...