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Eep! Those typos are fixed. And... what did you mean in that last part? :?

Hehe! Well, you're going to love the spell checker here. :) We have it for people just like you. :) Anyway! Welcome! I think I've critiqued some of your poems? ...

It's kind of a discontinued grocery list sort of poem, except instead of potatoes and marshmallows, you're ordering angst. :P

Haha, I should photoshop Hun and Ari in the same picture! (And put my face on both of them...)

Angle?

This poem doesn't really... seem like a poem. You might want to change the sounds a little more, to make it more poetic. ;)

Eep, you spellchecked, it looks like, but you chose the wrong words, I think! Like, "Let the rears pour out your eyes." Read it a bit more carefully, edit your ...

This isn't really a story. This is more like an abstract introduction to something that might possibly be a story, if you squint a little. Flesh it out a little ...

The man with the red pen and crooked glasses smiles as he beckons you closer, a mad glint in his eye. In the folder on his desk are papers full ...

I sort of forgot about nanowrimo... XD

XD Nice lion head! What's the history behind it?

*pokes* Well? Aren't you going to continue it? :P

First of all, welcome to YWS! I see you're one of those older members, so instead of chewing on the grammar and other nit-picky parts of the poem, I'll trust ...

Elf: Ireth Táralóm Hobbit: Primula Gamwich of the Bree Gamwiches Pirate: "Scurv-aceous" Bella Straw Gangsta: Played Out Hoopti Rida Vampire: Sophie Moor Known in some parts of the world as: ...

*blinks*