PenguinAttack

Okay, I’ve already mentioned this in chat, but yes. I’ve read this before, and you’ve most certainly changed it a lot. Firstly. The language is where your issue is evolving. ...

There’s a lemon pie cooling on the window sill, it’s something I remember in a hazy half light. My mother is lying down, feet against the headboard, and I wonder ...

I think moving the chatroom link to MyYWS is a good idea, although the traffic will probably be better in Community. Out of the options, I like the Moderator open ...

There's a difference between caning and spanking. Both a difference in meaning and in severity. *Hearts* Le Penguin.

I'd just like to mention that "freedom of speech" is not a legal right in many countries. To the point where the only place I ever hear about it is ...

That makes a lot more sense. xD Thanks Yoda, I get confused the sleepier I am. *Hearts* Le Penguin.

Favourites are your own choices of other member's works, so no, you cannot pick your own story or poem as far as I know. The Topic Number is found underneath ...

Just replying very quickly to this - I'm not sure how much time I have and I don't want to forgot about your question, hehe. I think you have to ...

Hi again, Lee! Today the Message Centre keeps telling me I have one unread message, but every time I click on the message (It's one about the chat from you? ...

Hullo there, jsmith! This is amazingly good. Really, I am completely enamoured with it. I think you start off a little bit slowly, although it fits in beautifully with the ...

Hi there! I don’t think I’ve reviewed you before, so it’s lovely to meet you. ^^ Your poem is, I believe, best fitting a spoken word piece, it’s almost the ...

Hi there! Welcome to the YWS, I’ll just point out first off that we have a 2:1 review to post policy right now, so if you could do some reviews ...

Hi Lee! About five minutes ago (5pm EST, Australia), I attempted to open a folder on my profile (looking at it from the "normal" view) and I received a delightful ...

Ribbon waves slip through smoke sounds that have no form. Shifting outlines of half-thought dreamings cluttering against the clouds as though climbing toward light. And so, they whisper, cling to ...

Hey Era, It was a derelict building. An old farmhouse with no windows and one door standing next to a barn that had been caved in by some long forgotten ...