Chionophobia #36 /P

by Incandescence

Published March 3, 2007

In Chionophobia/Prosthesis/Melnikov

Removed.

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Riedawriter23
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Riedawriter23 wrote a review Review · Mar 4, 2007

Oh great now Jon is in trouble? Great! More suspence and I'm guessing the answering of questions is...far off? Again I say that I hope it is. Ch. is way to wonderful to be answered right now. Again, again, again, and again I say, I love the way you end each chapter. It's like I know that the end is going to be the bomb, but I'm still surprised at the variety you've created. Each one literally leads on to the next in like a perfect pattern and I was secretly hoping you'd do Ch. #36 from Jon's perspective, lol even though I said that I wanted it from Kyle's I forgot that I hadn't read from Jon's side in a while and it was so worth it.

I also can't wait until Jon sees Ariel, I mean, he's gonna flip....right? (is asking for more clues)

Anyway, you know that I absolutely loved it! Now I'm dying to read #37 which is...omg already up? See ya!

Your biggest fan,
~Rieda

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Emerson
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Emerson wrote a review Review · Mar 4, 2007

Had Kyle even loved Jonathon?
Eh. Can I say cut this out? I realize you are following Jon's narrative but I don't think it feels very Ch. Maybe I'm wrong. I don't think you follow it so strong to ask questions. It feels weird. Oh well, do what ever.

The number was either unlisted or a cell phone.
Actually, can't you look up cell phones on the web? Perhaps I'm wrong in this.

If you would like to hear these options in French, press 4.
Why French? XD Is there a reason behind this? It's usually Spanish.

His whole body felt like jello.
Very accurate portrayal.

The way you talk about his anger makes it flash like a sign in Vegas, I'm wondering if it has more significance than general emotion? Or perhaps I'm looking into this too much like I do with LOST?



“Hope” is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all -
— Emily Dickinson