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  • Short Story » Science Fiction, Dramatic Re: .

    Hi anitajaned! Here with a review :) The beginning was pretty confusing to me. I was a little lost on the information you were giving, since none of it was ...

    Nov 6, 2017
  • Other » General, General Re: Invisible

    Hey ChieRynn! This had me so confused for a few moments! But all in all it was super entertaining to stare at it, drag the image around, and almost be ...

    Nov 1, 2017
  • Short Story » Fantasy, General Re: Episode 1: Transformation

    Hi splatman73! Here I am with a review for this fantastic story! The first thing I would say is I'm a little confused with the opening. I was confused about ...

    Nov 1, 2017
  • Novel / Chapter » Fantasy, Horror Re: Contrition (A Guardian Angel Story)

    Hi, SilloriaD! Big fan of this story, happy to have more :) "And then, there was silence so pure that the sparks of embers were heard by all." I was ...

    Oct 31, 2017
  • Short Story » Romantic, Realistic Re: First Crush

    Oooh, I really enjoyed the imagery in this. The descriptive scenes gave me a chill that was similar to a narrator's. I like how when the boy came over to ...

    Oct 31, 2017
  • Short Story » Humor, Humor Re: To Be a Millionaire pt. 1

    I really enjoyed this, especially how you got into the characterization of Fillmore. I found him to be pretty comical as the small car wash owner who blames customers, who ...

    Oct 30, 2017
  • Novel / Chapter » Fantasy, Action / Adventure Re: Wh|te Mag|c (Prologue & Chapter 1)

    Hey, GhostWriterSociety! This is one of my first review/critique so if it's too harsh or anything, I apologize in advance! Overall, you really captured my attention with this story! I ...

    Oct 30, 2017


For a short space of time I remained at the window watching the pallid lightnings that played above Mont Blanc and listening to the rushing of the Arve, which pursued its noise way beneath. The same lulling sounds acted as a lullaby to my too keen sensations; when I placed my head upon my pillow, sleep crept over me; I felt it as it came and blessed the giver of oblivion.
— Mary Shelley, Frankenstein