NineCalaveras's profile
AGE:
20
LOC: Marina, CA
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: July 28
LOC: Marina, CA
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: July 28
My name is Amanda and I am 18 years old. I am a rather critical girl whose terribly choosy about the games, movies, and books that she gets into. I rarely watch television, and I spend an almost frightening amount of time on the computer doing various things.
I like drawing and graphic design, but (artistically) I am best at writing. My only issue is commitment to a project, as I’ll get lazy and quit writing for long lengths of time. I have written stories ever since I was young, but its only been in the last two years or so that I’ve really begun writing poems.
When reviewing stories, I try to be as helpful as possible. If I feel I cannot say anything of any use on a peice, I won’t review it. This is a personal thing with me…
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East Holly was probably the best street my family ever lived in. The house we rented was blessed with a fireplace and a backyard. For a six-year-old girl, things like: kitchen size, number of power plugs, number of rooms, and cost of rent, mattered very little. It had a backyard and a fireplace. It might as well have been Buckingham Palace. But yes...there's supposed to be a story here. Some story, of some sort that is meant to make you sigh in memory of your own childhood, or chuckle quietly...
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East Holly was probably the best street my family ever lived in. The house we rented was blessed with a fireplace and a backyard. For a six-year-old girl, things like: kitchen size, number of power plugs, number of rooms, and cost of rent, mattered very little. It had a backyard and a fireplace. It might as well have been Buckingham Palace. But yes...there's supposed to be a story here. Some story, of some sort that is meant to make you sigh in memory of your own childhood, or chuckle quietly...
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9 Reviews
3 Comments
Monochromatic monologue spoken out of spite, Color fills it in like blood, it stalks you in the night. Words make shadows, long and dark, cutting, but never trite. Watch the lyrics shift and stew, they're sensing now your fright. Punctuation trips your feet, you suffer from lack of sight. The whispers from the words you hear make fighting a dying light. My clandestine agenda makes a mockery of your plight. Just stop your feet and wait to meet the end of all tonight.
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This was a very nice peice. I didn't see any grammatical errors though I wished there was a better description of the characters. Other than that, I really liked this. Good job!
To be honest, I think I _would_ read this...IF you put in some dialogue. I keep thinking of Bram Stoker's 'Dracula', and how the entire book is a collection of letters and journals. The characters' accounts were very detailed and descriptive, giving a clear image to what the characters saw and went through. I think you could do the same with this. Try expanding on alot of what you've got here and I bet you'll still manage to keep the feeling you've got going already. This has a lot of potenti...
Great story. The dialogue was realistic and flowed very well. The characters...kinda remind me of some people I know. I'm afraid I don't have anything to suggest to make this story better. The only thing missing would be some description of the characters themselves, but it really isn't necessary to enjoy this. It was a great read just on its own.
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