Hello, E.E for a possibly quick review and maybe some utter nonsense! Grim is here as well, drinking hot cocoa and being a slacker. *Grim looks over, glaring* So, lets get started.
So, I noticed no grammar or spelling mistakes so great job but hot damn, the imagery! That was excellent! I think . my favorite line would just HAVE to be "The white feathers of the gracious little tern strode valiantly in the fog, kissing the edge of a cloud with his long banana-colored beak." No question there. I also loved the line " Soft winds caressed the fiery wrath of the summer's sun, tempering it down to a gentle warmth that spread over the entirety of the forest-shrouded suburb." Otherwise I have really more to say on the grammar and spelling part of the story but nothing else might!
I like how you ended this story. The fact that the man did not even move a muscle, a ligament to help the woman who is now dead. The cold river caressing her hair and rushing over her once colorful cheeks. It really adds a sense of...horror to the whole short story! You really captivated me and if there will be a second part please tag me!
Otherwise, I loved the poem and keep up the good work! Happy Halloween! I need to go now, Grim has some more dead to reap and I ran out of cocoa for him. Cheerios and fruit loops to you!
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