 I found your item while perusing the Comedy Genre page. I was specifically looking for items having to do with autos and their repair needs, as my Comedy Newsletter has that theme going. Also, I should tell you that this particular item will be included as an Editor's Pick in the 6/14 edition.
 This story reached me in so many ways. I, too, love my car or SUV, rather, but she is my baby. She's a 2005 Volvo, and now going through extensive repair work for her rusted underparts, due to the winters she had spent up North, during snow and salting seasons.
 Now she winters in Florida, and I'm patiently awaiting her "wellness" so I can get back on the road and up North, again. She, just like your car, seems to have a little attraction to my mechanic, because each year, here, she insists on a visit that will last at least one night or two. 
 Your story was amusing and I understand all that you describe. I believe it was a little bit wordier than necessary, for example:
"I probably should have pulled over and phoned my loving dad for assistance, but I was only two minutes away from home, given that I didn’t get stuck behind a snail disguising itself as a human driver."
Fathers should be loving, thus that is understood. The snail disguised as a human driver, is good and needs to stay.
TRY: I should have pulled over and called my dad for assistance, but I was only a few minutes from home, that is, unless I got stuck behind a snail disguised as a human driver.
 This is just an example of writing tighter and keep the impact of the story going. There were a couple other spots that could use a trim, I just grabbed this one for an example.
 However, the overall story hit me hard, made me chuckle and identify personally with your woes about a car you love.
 I found it rather interesting that you gave your car a male name. My car is "Ruby." As far back as I can remember, I have given cars female names.
Well done! 
Until next time--write on!
Regards,
WebWitch 
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I also found this story simply precious, not to mention nostalgic. I too, have loved those clothespins that are one-piece, smooth and no pinching parts for little fingers around. 
I remember watching my grandmothers holding a couple pins in their mouths for ease of grabbing while the arms were fully extending with a piece of clothing on the line. And, another thing -- those pulleys and the noise they made while pulling clothes in or hanging them out. Unforgettable! 
This was such a wonderful revisit to the past. I still have my clothesline up North, but when I am wintering in Florida, I do not have that luxury.
It is a warm and fuzzy moment when using one of those very old clothespins that were left in my grandmother's clothespin bag. 
I also home-schooled, so thanks again for reminding me of those precious times in life, as my fifth child, "the baby," is now a grown man.
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I found your item on the Prose-Genre page. 
Ha-ha, yes, the muse -- The muse!!! Have we not all had little tiffs with our muses? Are there days when we don't feel we could string a complete sentence together without faltering, or tripping over our adverbs? 
Your title is a clever hook. It is amusing and makes the reader want to read the story.
We all argue with our muse -- but yours argues back!
She is indeed a sinister one who loves to taunt. But then, without such a mischievous muse, would you have been able to place this a-MUSE-ing piece up for us to read?
This was a quick and quite quirky read about an amusing muse. 
I am also reviewing your item because it popped-up on the Random Review generator.
I'm so not surprised with your twisted ending-- and I do mean twisted. What a meany that husband was. I hope she dealt with him in a deserving way. 
Funny ending, but working back to the beginning, there was a touch of romance and great wishes that an anniversary would bring with it such happiness akin to at least the expectations in the wife's mind and heart.
However, as a whole, the poem was rhythmically sound, painted a huge picture -- especially of the cheap hubby at the end. Each verse was well-rhymed until the one pointed out above. 
Quite a fun read and even funnier ending.
I noticed that there are some prompt words highlighted, and that this was most likely done for a flash fiction contest, with a very tight word count.
This is a teen story, thus the young lady played her part well, as a youth who has no patience for Cuz and just wanted to be left alone. Thus, the reader could picture her character and feel her dread on learning that her cousin would be there soon. She had warned her mother of his last repair job, but, hey -- you grab help as it's offered and needed, I guess. 
However, I did find it amusing!
I am also reviewing your item because it popped-up on the Random Review generator.
This was quite the fast-paced, flash fiction crime story. You pull the reader into the drama right from the start.
I like the way the mystery started to build-up and the political angle that was woven within in. Now, the reader must ask if this former police officer, looking to run as mayor of the city, has something to hide -- something very sinister, indeed! 
What is better than a very enthusiastic police officer going above and beyond?!! 
This was a fine mystery short, that was a quick, easy read, but painted a brilliant picture for the reader. I did enjoy the ending, and could see another victim winding up in this politician's web of deceit. It was a good way to twist it up and wrap it up in the reader's mind's eye.
I am also reviewing this item because it popped-up on the Random Review generator.
There were so many emotions building throughout this poem. I see it as an uncertainty of what lies ahead
Also, it is true, returning back does not guarantee things will be the same as when left. It is difficult to go back to where you whence came.
This is just a quick switch-up of words to capture the reader's attention and hold it, making her ponder the line a bit longer.
There were a few other places that could have used a few more higher impact words.
However, the poem does paint a huge picture of loss, and having to leave behind, a place that once was called home. This is what I gleaned from the poem. There is a definite sadness woven within the lines and a resolution that the future may hold something brighter.
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Your dark poem describes some of the anguish suffered by those who have depression. It in itself is a terrible illness where hope does not exist, and there doesn't appear to be any in the foreseeable future.
You describe such emotions vividly, in this free verse poem.
Since it is free verse, there is no particular rhyme pattern or specific form to comment about. It is what I describe as a prose-type poem. It tells a story and it also weaves into it, some poetic identifiers.
Especially liked this ending:
Very powerful and poetic words with lasting impact on the reader.
I had to change the rating on this item due to the descriptive violent content.
I am also reviewing this item because I found it perusing the genre pages, and although it isn't poetry, it is poetry to my spirit.
I know all too well, of what you speak. Being a participant of many fundraisers, which are mostly well-run, but there were more than a couple, where I did not receive something that was promised. Then I, too, chose my raffles and fundraisers carefully before tossing the GPs around. 
Your article made me think long and hard about how I treat other members, especially during contests that I am a judge in, and fundraisers involving me with another group. I think at least I hope, that I am like you in this regard. I do believe in doing what I promise and trying to do it in a timely fashion. I always thank a person who contributes in any way, and am always grateful for the help of those generous souls. I was irritated after I read this. And to know that it had to have happened more than once to you for you to write this, is beyond the pale. You are so kind and generous in so many ways in this community. 
Your article is spot on in reminding forum leaders about what THEY owe to members rather than what they think is owed to their cause.
I just don't understand ungratefulness or a feeling of entitlement. Sheesh, go figure.
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Pain of heartbreak is something mostly all of us readers can identify with, thus, the poem comes alive and the reader can add her own imagery of times past.
I think there was a little bit of wordiness in some of the verses, but the blip did not take away from the reading and the clarity of what you are trying to get across to the reader. It brings back feelings that have been long since buried.
I also think, although it's not perfect, it is above average and was rated a little low, in my opinion, that is. Thus I am giving it a little boost to even out the previous rating.
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Oh, my goodness, I am so sorry for your troubles. That is a huge mountain of worries to have had to climb. Thank God you have such an abiding faith in Him and allow Him to take hold of your recent tragedies and help guide you through each and every instance of them -- admirably, I may add. 
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This was an interesting fantasy story that has room to grow into a fuller-length piece once the contest is over, if it is indeed a contest entry. I assume so, since I noticed the words in bold print.
There were images I could see and became more interested in knowing the characters better. But I was left with questions.
I'm not sure if it was Elves that were causing all the evil pain, or humans, since you mention elves and a certain weapon that could harm but not kill. I guess that needs a bit of clarification.
I am also reviewing your item because it popped-up on the Random Review generator. I am so happy this one was on the click, because, I have reviewed so many of your storoems, but this one escaped by attention.
My heart felt the heaviness of the mothers who have had to bury their children, due to the diseases that are handily conquered with modern day antibiotics. 
The poem did what the descriptive word describes, it is both poetry, smoothly flowing forth for the reader to be richly enveloped in. Plus, it told a huge story -- one where the images easily floods a reader's mind's eye. I know I felt the pain of another mother's loss of her babies.
It's so true the words from the doctor -- that he will do what he can, makes the reader feel that although he is trying to pretend there is hope, he really believed it was a lost cause.
Through the eyes of the fathers, they desperately needed helping hands for the family farm. Yes, they mourned the loss of another child, and they feared the loss of food for the family without a working farm and product to sell.
The mothers' pain is the worst, for that child was carried inside her for 9 months. She had hopes and dreams of her child's success and long life in a time when sickness ran rampant. Having many children was all they could do, if possible, so at least some may survive to adulthood.
I remember my great aunt's story. She gave birth to eight children, and all of them predeceased her. It was tragic. She ended up a widow with no children until she passed away in her eighties.
You always bring such insight and with ease, make the images of the story come alive for the reader.
I see no place that I could offer any suggestion, thus I am returning the auto-reward GPs.
I am also reviewing your item because it popped-up on the Random Review generator.
I am always up for a challenge when trying to review very brief items. This one I must confess was truly challenging. I almost let it go, to re-click on another item, but I'm here, and do have a couple things to suggest.
If you plan to add to this item, because as is, it seems a bit incomplete, perhaps leave an author's note that this is a work in progress.
The reader would love to know:
I realize there is always an ongoing struggle between teen daughters and their moms -- so is life growing up and not wanting to hear a mother say what you are doing or saying is wrong. However, if these characters could be fleshed-out a bit more, the reader would be able to picture them and understand each ones side of things.
It doesn't have to be a long piece, but it should be a complete picture in the reader's mind.
Hopefully you will continue with this story. It has potential if developed.
I did have to change the rating of this item due to the derogatory word "idiot."
I enjoyed how your story began in a very calming fashion. You lead the reader to envision a gatherer of good things in nature to preserve and sell or trade, and to hold her over during the harshness of the winter months.
Otherwise, good job! I loved the ending even though the above mentioned part made me cringe a little, it can't be as "cringy" as what happened to her at the end. 
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Cancer is tough road to travel. Even as a person who has not traveled it personally, as of yet, I have watched a few loved ones go through the terrible struggle of living life the best way possible with this disease, and sometimes winning, and other times losing the battle.
I am happy to read that you have cancer beat -- at least it is not active at this time in your life. I pray that it remains far away from anymore activity and you remain well.
Your poem was well-rhymed and kept a fine rhythm, albeit about a deadly illness. You did a good job painting a huge picture in a concise way.
I am not a fan of many rhyming poetic offerings, because many slip into a rhyme for the sake of rhyming, and it seems forced. I don't see how anyone who has fought the battle of cancer and has beat it, could write a poem that would seem appear as a common greeting card rhyme -- no, not at all. This one grips the reader and holds on to her right through to the end.
That's not an easy thing to do with me, by the way!
If there was one thing I would have liked, is a little less small-talk filler, getting quickly through the back story and into some more ESP-like thrills. 
Excellent use of the April Prompt's Suspense/Thriller. It is within my favorite genre of books to read. The ending was creepy, and yet, it had a bit of peacefulness that came along with the tragedy that made the reader feel it was meant to be. 
This was an unusual, fast-paced tale that pulled in not only the suspense and thrill of the chase, but also fantasy. Nice way to use the April prompt.
I liked the idea that the antique looking ticket had some power that would bring one to far-off places, somewhere else in time.
These are the things that make the read a little bumpy for the reader. There are many grammar issues and the entire story feels rushed. It was written early in the month of April, and had plenty of time to be edited.
Seriously, had there been less grammar issues, it would have received a higher rating. this story was good and has great potential. And, is quite creative. I think you needed to spend a little more time editing it. Smooth out some of the wrinkles, and this story will be shining bright while keeping the thrills. Again, this was a wonderfully creative use of the Suspense/Thriller genre. 
This was quite the unique story. I liked the whole "Prison Planet" idea. Think about it? We'd never run out of room for prisons. 
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Dementia, the loss of a loved one while they are still living. The pain of trying to get them to recognize you -- the blank expressions, then a sudden change as if a light has entered, yet only briefly.
I saw my aunt go through that, many years ago. Even before she was too ill to keep at home, the days before the diagnoses of Alzheimers' came to light, at family get togethers relatives would notice that something was not right -- there was a fog she slipped under. 
Your story touched my heart, deeply. I will never have to go through that with my parents, as both have passed on, one very early in my life and my mother a few years ago. Neither one had this terrible disease, and I am so filled with joy that on the day she dies so unexpectedly, we talked on the phone and said I love you at the end of each conversation.
Your story is a perfect portrayal of what is life in the early days, before the disease struck a loved one, until the days he would no longer recognize his children. Yet, the ending, about the clodhoppers made me smile.
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What you have described, the remarks, the egregious behavior, is very real. I don't quite understand that people must judge a person by their weight. I've heard people remark about others at the pool or in a store. I felt ashamed of their ignorance and the fact that they shared some of the common spaces I need to be in, such as a store. 
I think that's one cab company I would complain about, as well as not using that taxi again. Hopefully there are better choices of travel. However, if a woman is walking and the taxi driver spews insults out the window, and I was a passenger, I'd report him and not ride in that cab.
Your story brings the reality of how we are judged by our body parts rather than the person we are. Ignorance at best -- pure evil at worst.
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This is a good theme, if my observations are correct. You do have some work ahead of you to bring it to life, though.
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How exciting to view life through the mind and eyes of one who soars the skies!
I find aeronautics to be fascinating! What keeps those heavy objects in the air? I've heard it explained and d understand the concept -- but nevertheless, it's simply wonderful.
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The lines were rhyming, using pretty much nursery rhyme-type of rhythm, possibly meant for a children's piece. I think rhymes like this have their place, and can be added-to via several parts to keep the child's interest going and to encourage reading to a child and thus nudging the child a bit into loving to read. 
Since I find this too common a rhyme for most adult's interest, the brief description could be more subtle, leaving out the life and death proportions. Perhaps, "A mouse can hide, too!"
Anyway, I'm sure you could figure out a description that would attract the youthful reader, and maybe, place this under "Children's for the genre, rather than horror/scary. A reader will expect something really frightening and feel they were misled by the genre type and brief description.