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A book without a reader is merely a piece of paper, slowly turning into dust. It’s the reader that lends the words their power. They give the words their tears and emotions. It isn’t the great writer who takes you on a journey. It’s your own imagination that takes the story for a ride, with the words acting as a guide. This is how all books are so subjective. It if weren’t for the reader’s interpretation, words would remain meaningless. Just symbols on thin sheets of pulp.
HE CAME FIRST
Third person now
Why did he ever try to cross that road?
Humorous and frightening story. Punny closing line.
“She’s gone.” He barely got the words out.
Seems a little fast, with not enough back story (yet).
slowing,
Typo
She took out a pill and put it in her palm, “Let’s live in Stacy’s world,” Casandra said, popping the medication into her mouth.”
Content errors
“It took use forever,
Typo
In the afterhours of my mind, I must return the hurt for a full refund.
To euthanize is to be virtuous—a trait hidden from the blackest of hearts, where no pleasure is gained from fulfilling a wish.
Right justified alter ego?
The End
I spent the entire story waiting for his horrible awkwardness to backfire on him.
If you can imagine the effect of one of these creatures screeching, multiply that by a thousand, and that’s the situation we’re in right now.
Yawn
Aaron continues on, fumbling through the words with an accent that could almost be described as racist towards witches and warlocks alike.
Why can it be described that way
With Faramila’s river of drool, and the cyclone knocking everyone off balance, it looks like an ice skating rink filled with toddlers—everyone is butthurt.
Butthurt?
than the time taped over her soap opera
Typo
The End
How much believability must I abandon for this one??
The End
A twist that was almost expected. Not a bad story tho. Although the ending wasnt totally believable.
enjoyed the on again off again rhyme scheme
Stand out story of the collection
loosing
typo
emotional, if a litttle generic
Last year, I broke Angie’s heart, and last night she gave it back to me.
Who threw her out the window then?
BACKPEDALING THROUGH TIME
Childish rhyme
The End
Standout story
I grab my neck in anticipation.
What the ◼️◼️◼️◼️ was this?
