tigeraye

“What is this, huh?” Doubt asked kneeling down next to where I was sprawled out on the ground again. “Do you really think you can do this?” He asked “Come ...

I'd say this is really well written overall. The blend of homely, almost nostalgic emotions to portray the theme of missing family is really well done. The imagery is carefully ...

I enjoyed reading this. The premise is very intriguing, lead by an interesting main character in Allison. You have a powerful ability of creating just the right amount of tension ...

My mother is standing faced away from me, tangled black hair hanging messily down to her hips, white night-gown wrinkled and lopsided. There is a gun in her hand. Pressed ...

“Get up. That’s right you, with the face. GET UP.” After the boot roughly hits my side I groggily wake up. That's a strong way to open a story, but ...

"Tell me, Henry, do I look like I know what a 12-Volt DC to AC 2200-Pure Sine Inverter is?" No I don't x_x Of course your car had to have ...

Some people, they’re afraid of spiders, others seem to be afraid of public speaking. Then you have clowns, geez, I don’t like clowns but… At night, lying in bed, the ...

The frogs created a song that set the mood for the dying light. heh. I love that sentence, and I have no idea why. Every time the sun set she ...

The dialogue so far is incredibly charming. You're a really powerful writer and it shows here with your strong narration and thought for detail. Shendelzare flied with her snow white ...

I heard it! Gods be cursed! I know I am regarded as a man of science, a sober person with skeptic psyche; but I urge you to follow me on ...

Chapter 1 Friedrich Klug’s Journal December 14. Left central police department of Nashville at 10:30 P.M. December 13 – arriving in Melville at somewhere from 7:30 A.M. to 8:30 A.M., ...

This is completely fantastic. You seem to have learned a lot from Intoxicated, because I find your attention to detail and powerful choice here to be completely outstanding. The gun ...

She was only confusing me more, making things worse. I pushed myself out of her arms and took a few steps back. “Tell me what’s going on.” I said, trying ...

I began to walk down the cracked and concrete sidewalk, seeing the usual sights of rusting, relic cars. Their was a smog in the air above rooting from the nuclear ...

The outskirts of Redvale were cut in half by the ballast, and the logs with their twin rails paving from west to east. The plain of dry summer grass bloomed ...