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That was pure mastery. 'Twas puzzling, because it doesn't seem like much of an ode, though it is strange how that bothers me more than a squirrel carrying a duffel ...

But aren't you hungry with arguing?

"About ten minutes ago..."

Has anyone here met my good friend, Gregory the Pigeon?

“AHHHH!!!!!!!” screamed Debbie, “It’s a Furby. AHHHHH!!!!!! Santa got me what I asked for!” Her father took his eye away from the camcorder. He looked at Her mother. Screaming gives ...

This is great stuff! Very affecting. The description is lovely, and I can't find any sentences that need reworking. Superb symbolism, too, I must say. I'll point out to you ...

I agree with Amice in that while free verse is a perfectly fabulous form of poetry, there still remains the need to separate the piece from prose, to give it ...

8 out of 10 - the charm is in its incomprehensibility.

Last week I dreamt that Jerry Stiller was trying to kill me with a barbeque lighter.

Evaluate your goals in this scene. Do you want your readers to be amused, shocked, or overwhelmed by pity when they observe this drunken character? When you know what you ...

Thanks everyone for their input! I like hearing how you guys get writing- and I feel a little more inspired now. I think I'm going to start small, with a ...

I love Anna Karenina. Its one of my favorite books, although I avoid mentioning it in conversations because I'm not sure how to pronounce the title. :oops:

The frolicking pony is very pretentious so he always skipped around trees. When suddenly groundhogs attacked nearby settlers who were smoking some turkeys. Howling winds blasted rifles, the men graspe

The frolicking pony is very pretentious so he always skipped around trees. When suddenly groundhogs attacked nearby settlers who were smoking some turkeys. Howling winds blasted rifles, the men graspe

The frolicking pony is very pretentious so he always skipped around trees. When suddenly groundhogs attacked nearby settlers who were smoking some turkeys. Howling winds blasted rifles, the men graspe