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Letters Ran Away



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Sat Oct 28, 2006 8:00 pm
Dream Deep says...



Thank you all for the comments!

I'm very glad you enjoyed it. Cassandra, I'll be making the suggested changes. ^_^
  





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Sun Mar 25, 2007 11:02 pm
Leja says...



I liked it alot! As I was reading it, I felt like I was slipping from one line to the next, like when you roll a bouncy ball down the stairs. Very cool.

-Amelia
  





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Mon Mar 26, 2007 11:16 pm
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Thank you very much, Amelia. ^_^ I can only assume that 'rolling a bouncy ball down the stairs' being compared to writing is a good thing...

So glad that you enjoyed it - thank you.
  





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Thu Feb 19, 2009 8:08 pm
Ares says...



You brought letters to life, that's for sure. ;)
I think there's a lot of places you could've taken this, it's very creative.
I enjoyed the simple ending. The only thing I didn't like too much was the spacing, and how you kind of commented once or twice on the story as you told it.
But that's just me making myself find something to critique.
It was pretty sweet.
Keep up the good work.
  





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Thu Feb 19, 2009 9:30 pm
MeadowLark says...



This was wonderful! I love this! The idea of letters and pictures coming alive and trading places. Who would have though that the letters that make up our stories were so unhappy?

The way you gave each letter characteristics was amazing! The 'S's were my favourite. I also like how the 'G's were helping the 'O's again.

I can't find anything bad to say about this! It was so creative and the imagery was excellent.

Good job!

Happy Writing

Meadow
Purple light in the canyon
that is where I long to be
With my three good companions
just my rifle, pony and me

--- "My Rifle My Pony and Me"
  








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