Matt Bellamy

A train of bikers moved slowly along a deserted path. They continued doggedly on even though their limbs were exhausted and they were all panting half-heartedly. All of them have ...

Erm, wow. That was interesting. I can't critique it much because it was just so bizarre. But I think I liked it. It was a bit gross, but at least ...

Ooh. I've not heard of this kind of poem before, which makes it difficult to critique, since I don't have past experience with them to compare it to. I will ...

I loved the pace of this piece, I think the flow is great. A few things I'm unsure about: don't keep me waiting - hit the action action Did you ...

I liked this. I would have liked it more if they had been good friends at the end, with no hard feelings and everyone lived happily ever after, but that's ...

There are loads of sites which list poetry magazines you could get published in, I can't remember any off-hand but I'm sure there are some listed in the resources section. ...

I really can't critique art, but I really like how you created texture, and also the perspective on this piece. Nice job, hopefully someone else will come along with some ...

Your face! Your face! ... Physics is your FACE! *runs out of the room*

Hello! This is my first time posting in this part of the forum, because I've had a veeery long period of barely writing anything. Now, I have an idea I ...

Blackpool beach or Clearwater beach? :P

This is very sweet. Just as sweet as your avatar, in fact :) Yeah, that's all I have to say :P *scuttles off*

Aww :) Of course we want pictures! Show us the cuteness!

Matt to the rescue! *swoops* Moved to randomness.

I was torn between Fred and Pat, but Fred gets my vote.

The hills sparkled with the lift rain that drizzled down. She stood in the center of it all, He hair was the wind, whisking around her childlike face. She began ...