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Ink On Her Hands

Junebug · Poetry » Dramatic, Realistic · 1h ago

Why can't I fit the mold?

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Lost Reverence

Junebug · Reviews » Poetry » Action / Adventure, Fantasy · 1h ago

Hello! This poem was a truly dramatic and thought provoking poem, great work! I do have some critiques, though. 1. The quote, A darkness so dim, sounds a bit weak ...

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So Heavy

Junebug · Reviews » Poetry » Realistic, Literature · 1h ago

Hello! This is a great poem, but I do have one critique. In the last stanza, you use repetitive writing to highlight the narrator's desperation. While it works, the poem ...

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The Forest of Wisdom

Junebug · Reviews » Poetry » Science, Nature · 1h ago

Hello! I enjoyed this poem, but I do have a couple critiques. The rhyming meter is slightly off, as some of the lines, such as the one below, are longer ...

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A Script for Seven Years: Chapter 6

Junebug · Short Story » Mystery / Suspense, Teen Fiction · 2h ago

A buried locket, a violent father, and a childhood trauma. Cal carries a suffocating secret to protect Alex, but time is running out. Chapter 6

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I think the best thing about making it into the quote generator is when nobody tells you, so one day you're just scrolling and voila, some phenomenally inane thing that crawled out of your dying synapses and immediately regretted being born the second it made contact with the air has been archived for all time. Or worse, a remark of only average inanity. Never tell me when you've put me in the generator. Pride-tinged regret just doesn't taste the same without the spice of surprise.
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