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  • Poetry » Other, General Re: Untitled

    your once raging power; now not racing at all How is the power raging and racing? Try revising 'now not'. You also used 'rage' twice in the poem. Try changing ...

    Apr 4, 2007
  • Novel / Chapter » Fantasy, General Re: Syradrum 1 (Falling)

    I like this so far. It's extremely descriptive, and the character's thoughts let you know what is happeningin the story, unlike other stories, where the author has to say 'This ...

    Apr 4, 2007


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