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A lovely piece of poetry and I have to say the image compliments the words so well. It seems like even the youngest of children can be quite jaded about these things now; far better, I think, to keep that feeling of magic alive. I might not believe in many of these things,but I'll never give up on the magic.
A very well composed piece of poetry.
Well, this was an unusual motivational write. I liked the way you focused on the snow and showed how something that at first glance can seem so flawless turns out to have them when you look that bit harder. And it's true: we all have our own problems and imperfections.
This is an excellent explanation of what poetry is - or at least what it should be. Freedom of expression, allowing emotions that might otherwise be held in check to get out there. I would definitely belong to the group you referred to in point 7.
Well said!
This was definitely a thought-provoking piece. If you were a true loner, I don't think you would have enjoyed going out so much when you were young. I know that even as a child these gatherings filled me with a kind of dread. I liked the way you picked up on the anticipation of the event, and of the memories; I think a lot of people would be able to relate with that.
The prompts of this certainly presented a real challenge in getting them all to fit together and still keep some sense in the writing. You did a great job though, with the tale of Mortimer. I wonder whether he was held back from venturing out by his love of the TV or of shyness. A happy ending for him, at least.
A poem that was a pleasure to read.
What a lovely poem that captures both the joy and the danger faced by wildlife. I loved how you showed the care shared between the mother and the fawn, as she searched for food but also kept an eye on the youngster. Also I liked the way you showed the dual purpose of leaves.
Very nice.
Ha! I really appreciated the humor you sprinkled throughout these eight chapters. I had a good idea of Ahmad from your descriptions, especially his unique way with words. I've got to say that your main character seemed to take that leap backwards in her stride.
I noticed no grammar or spelling issues.
This was lovely, and you came up with some quite inventive and unusual rhymes as you told the tale. I love the idea of spiders as web witches, although I can imagine lots of people might shiver at the thought. And to have them spinning webs of dreams is wonderful.
This must have been a poem that was quite painful to write. A lot of sadness in the words, but so much love echoed there too. You make your wife sound as if she must have been a truly wonderful woman, who cared for her family above anything else.
A very moving poem.
You did a great job with setting the scene for such a short story. I could really get a picture of Sarah as she nervously opened the envelope. For what it's worth, I think she made the right decision for how could she have ever trusted Roland again.
A very impressive flash piece.
This brought back some fond memories, for my Dad always used to wear a tie when he went to work - during the years I remember. I used to love looking through the different shades and patterns. Now retired, I can't imagine that he ever misses them.
Nice work.
I could really relate to this story on several levels. I have my maternal grandmother's locket; and also I never knew my paternal grandfather. What a tragic story you told, about the loss, but also never giving up hoping. The ending was bittersweet, finding each other again but just too late.
A story of real commitment.
Ha! This was an excellent example of how the most everyday sounds can take on a far more menacing feel in the darkness of night. And we have a dog that likes to play with toys in the middle of the night too. I have a couple of suggestions to make: 'She, sure enough, wasn't hallucinating...', and '...horrendous squeaking, making her freeze on the spot.'
An enjoyable short read.
What an excellent first chapter. I found the cloud very intriguing, I've got to admit, and could well imagine the effect the sunshine would have after two years without it. You did some excellent character building, especially with Dryden and Haley.
One tiny typo; the 'e' is missing from 'fiance', but that didn't effect my enjoyment.
Ooh, what a wicked little tale this was. I've got to admit that both men seemed to deserve everything that was coming to them, and even though you did not detail their subsequent meeting, I can well imagine that there was one spectacular fireworks display.
Well done.
As someone who never really plots - this year was the first time I took part in NaNo Prep, I always find other people's prepping really interesting. It must be strange to have real life friends wanting to be put in the story. I think that would be a challenge I'd never like to be faced with.
Haha! An excellent piece of flash fiction. You did a great job of ratcheting up the tension as the story progressed. The use of a countdown also added to the drama, and made for an excellent presentation. Your character came up with a good way of questioning the bomb disposal person, using the different colors.
This is a poem of contrasts, or at least that's how it seems to me. Self-doubt can definitely be an enemy to the pursuit of dreams, crushing them before they even fully form. I like the way you seem to turn this around to being a more positive piece.
Haha! Excellent rhyming in this piece of poetry. I've got to admit that there are times when I'd like nothing better than to retreat under ground and ignore what's going on up above. But even with the supplies stored ready, it is not so easy to remain cut off.
Isn't that just the truth! Relationships can be far more isolating and lonely places to be than being alone. I love the way you point out that it can be enough to have and live up to our own expectations - relationships can turn toxic and destroy every bit of self confidence.
Well said.
This is a very powerful piece of poetry that shows how isolating depression can make someone. It is something that even those closest can simply write off and say go and get professional help, not realizing that a bit of friendship can be worth more than hours of therapy.
Well you certainly put a lot of thought into this story. There was lots of action and plenty of bits of humor to keep your reader entertained. I particularly liked the moment when the robots seemed to become confused by the guns not working. Nice and tense towards the end.
Well done.
This is a very thought provoking piece of poetry. There is an awful lot of feeling behind the words, in fact the image of a snapping wolf is more than adequately displayed. To me this is about betrayal and blame, where the culpable person is hiding behind a disguise and wrongly apportioning the blame to the innocent party.
A very well presented case, and you made an excellent case for beauty being not only skin deep. Your descriptions of Mrs Baker struck me as a bit harsh, until I read the inner descriptions of Ms VanStillica. One tiny typo in the seventh paragraph with a space missing between 'to' and 'the'; but that didn't stop it from being a very impressive read.
What a very romantic piece of poetry, and an excellent use of those beginning letters. It's nice to read about a love that is standing the test of time, and one that is still growing too. My favorite line is: 'Veiled in open secrecy, hidden feather thin'.
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