This is awesome. The main character is so tortured. One thing I got the two v names confused and wasn't sure if it was the duke or the wizard proposing to the healer. You might want to put a few letters between them to help clarify the difference. I didn't review the first two parts yet I wanted to finish it first I am going back to review them now. Once again great job!
I would suggest you change the rating on this story it is not rated E. Someone could report you on this. There are people on this site who can be real sticklers on things being rated correctly. Check out the storymistress's article on rating your writing for this site.
Dying for faith is not hard. Not if it is real faith. What can be difficult is living by that faith. All too often men grow to become hypocrites of their faith. That sounds like what happened with their jailors. They were so intent on their own faith they forgot that one of its tenants was probably thou shall not kill.
This is a primal scream of pain from grief. I have felt it and recognize it. I don't know who the poet lost but there is definite pain there. It can be hard to survive this kind of pain but eventually, it does pass. It takes a different amount of time for each person. Hang in there, try not to dwell on the absence. Remember the good that was there.
The rhymes are spot on, but the rhythms are off. It can be hard to balance rhyme and rhythm at the same time in a poem. I give this an E for good effort. A little tweaking and you might be able to even out the rhythm. Though it is a good poem as it is.
This poem seems to be the story of a shopaholic. The pathological need to spend beyond one's means is common in the modern world. Just one more purchase and you will feel better. Only you feel worse because you are further indebted or you have spent the last credit you have and you know you can't buy anything more to make you feel good.
I love it! The rhyme rhythm and structure are all appropriate to subject. The sentiment is wonderful too. I love the story it tells over all it is a good go around for a simple poem. Keep this up! You seem like a wonderful poet. You clearly put an effort into this but it looks effortless.
I like this poem. It's cool how I feel this way sometimes when trying to write in an unfamiliar poetic form. Usually I give up halfway through. I mainly write free verse, haiku, or limericks. Though I haven't written a limerick for this year's contest. Oh well...
This is a very dark story. It has good character development and a definite plot. It ticks off all the boxes for good fiction in my opinion. I would suggest you select more genre tags because if someone nominiates you for a quill, you have another opportunity to win for each category you select.
This poem claims to be dark and lives up to the claims. It is of a sort of armageddon, all about the end where dark and light become one. It portrays love as the root of all conflict. I would have to say it isn't love that is the root but jealousy. It doesn't seem fair to blame love.
This story builds suspense from the first word. It isn't really pressing suspense. It is the kind of suspense you feel before talking to your boss. You don't understand the stakes of this story until the third to the last paragraph. This isn't just about his job it is about his life.
What a beautiful story. I love the way you describe seeing everything for the first time. I love the mother's emotional reaction. The way the glasses opened up the world for her. Waiting to see until the fifth grade is sad, but thank god for that fifth grade teacher!
The two phrases after the semicolons seem out of place. I think the whole thing would read just fine without them. I like the rhyme scheme. it falters in a couple of places in terms of rhyming but that's okay. Overall nice poem. Good job and keep them coming.
I like the way this piece examines the idea of what is truly essential to our economy. In my city fast food workers were considered essential workers as were doordash/ubereats/grubhub drivers. It kept more people in their houses and lessened exposure. I think some of the covid measures are simply ridiculous.
I really feel for the little girl. And the mother, but then again the mother must have ultimately found her prince charming that could see the beauty within. At least that is what I want to believe coming away from this story I don't want to think of the other possibilities.
Absolutely hillarious! Absolutely Andre! I can so see this whole thing in my mind's eye. Except how Andre set up a magical portal to a Dennys parking lot. That I can't see. I just don't see that drunken monkey having the patients to do the proper calculations. Then again, maybe he was aiming for Red Lobster and he missed because he skimped on the math.
This is a description of a true unending love. You can taste the passion of it and the implication that it was at first sight. How many of us can ever hope to experience this kind of love? Does it matter or does it just matter that this kind of love can exist to give us hope.
I think the parallels between our country as a whole and the reaction of an individual to the grief process. But I am not sure that grief looks the same for a country as it does for an individual. I don't think the country even acts like a small group would. The pain is too deep and contagious.
I like this ode to the coming of a new year. I especially like that it is of a year that didn't turn out a complete disaster. 2018 was a pretty good year for me. I love the reference to God's blessings from the past year and for the year to come. Good poem.
Coolness. The way you slip the special abilities in there is almost sneaky it almost made me think my imagination was getting away from me but then bang waterkinesis and invisibility. Awesome! Great way of establishing a character too. I mean at first it seems like he's just an ordinary barrister then wow!
The form looks too hard for me to follow well enough to write. But you seem to have. That alone impresses me! The theme of the poem is positively wonderful. Everyone could use a reminder that worries are temporary and that having a little fun melts them away.
Interesting start to something. I think it is for the best that he goes through the changes. Things like this tend to build character and that is something the character seriously lacks in the beginning. I am sure that by the time he gets back he will have a totally different world view.
This is a haunting poem, it almost describes how I think death would feel. But the last line suggests that the poet is still alive. I wonder what happened that the poet feels it necessary to enter this kind of state. Was it trauma? A failed relationship? So much is left for the reader to speculate about. Even so the reader feels empathy for them.
i like this story poem. i particularly like it in the form of several connected haiku. the word choices all seem to fit and it is a pleasant read even though it is about the toad eat fly life of wild animals. it is a graceful poem with a less than pretty subject.
I don't really like the flow of this poem. There is no rhyme or rhythm. I can usually handle that in a poem I write a lot of free verse too. The thing is the language is necessarily flamboyant. The word choices seem poor because they don't feel like they go together in a coherent theme. It's like the words were used for the sake of using them not for the sake of meaning.
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