The-Writers-Review

Caitlin, 21 years old. Whats up! CK here and I'm back in action. Those who could possibly have been aronud since the groups start might remember me, and I'm glad to say I'm back. I enjoy critiquing: Poetry Prose Poetry Short Stories Prologues/Epilogues Novels/full length features (When I have the time!) I can give you constructive criticism on things like... The way a poem flows/ progresses Cliché's, an amateurs foulest beast Language, I'm not only big into the way a poem sounds, but the image it portrays Poetry mechanics things like alliteration, rhyming, allusions, irony,theme Basic general editing, one of my focuses is

It was so sudden. It was so fast. It was so scary. We were so happy. It was the best. But the thunder fell. And now there’s nothing left.

He had set the table the first time, draped it in a white lace cloth that fluttered in the breeze on the balcony. My mind still goes back to that, why he would go through the formality of such an act, just to leave it there untouched in the soft sunlight while we made love under the cover of our… curiosities. He said I had intrigued him, and I couldn’t help but adopt the sentiment. He was after all the first man to catch my attention in that way. Knowing that my past exploits with women had not discouraged his interests was a comfort of its own I suppose and perhaps that was part of his intrigue. But he never inquired further than

throw back this Thursday to a lifetime ago, when my bridges were too young to be fireproof and I didn't yet know the words for surrender. you were my Columbus, my twisted Magellan, hands hardened and hungry for any part of me that could bear your name. you sought me and wrought me dead in the water, every bloody fingerprint a flag that marked each brand-new territory upon my skin - spread-eagled, supine, I was greener than grass and you sent your victory marches all over me, steamrolling my rugged edges and calling me all the kind words for barbarian. throw back this Thursday to a lifetime ago - people aren't supposed to fall like leave

THE BIBLE 2 (a sort of sequel, that takes liberties with parts of the old one, like the evil dead 2*) *the reason for this is i can't be bothered reading the first one A well dressed thirty-something business man walks the streets of new york holding a bag of groceries, this man bumps into our hero, a man dressed in what looks like might once have been a nice grey jacket, now covered in dirt and vomit, with holes on it that looked like he was lucky it was still summer. He wore what would be considered regular pants, 20 years ago, when they were new, now they were just as torn as the coat. He had a long white santa-style beard and was bent o