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Critique "Like Math, but with No Numbers" You left no questions so I'll just give you my opinion about whatever strikes me. I don't think this story is too short or too long. It's just right. I like a story that presents word-pictures right away and doesn't spend a lot of time explaining everything....

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Critique for "Um" You didn't leave any questions, and I'm operating on opinion only, but here we go into a short critique. 1. It's short because I see the need to advertise such a Society, excellently made into a business card that can go up on the 'fridge. I like the address you left for FB, and ho...

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A woman sat against the garden wall, and in her hands was a bag of hair. ----------by G-R-Fracassa

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The teddy signal sounded. Somewhere nearby, a baby was in trouble. ----------by Tobaeus

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"Captain, I'm getting a reading from the device with the blinky lights."/"The one that goes 'Voort-voort bing?'" ----------by DamonWakes

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The most strenuous thing Jake Mason did that Friday was make himself a tuna sandwich. ----------by raspil

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There is no government in the afterlife. No bureaucracy. No Saint Peter.... ----------by Shaudawn

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Not to sound an evangelist, but wearables changed my life. ----------by neurotype

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She has made her mark. marks./many./now she waits. bides. fades - / ----------by alapip

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Thanks to all my watchers and visitors. You make my day. :heart:

The QuestShe hopped from one foot to the other, jogged on the spot and finished the routine by bouncing up and down. The Quest could be put off no longer. It was time to go and face the Machine-Beast.
This was not the monster’s true name, obviously. No-one knew that, though it did go by many titles:
Johns. Jakes.
Cyfleusterau.
Toilet.
“Mummy,” said the Quester. “I have to go.”
“Right,” said Mummy, trying to get poster paint out of the tablecloth.
“Would you..?” The Quester hesitated. “Would you come with me?”
Mummy looked up from her task and gazed at the Quester.
“Some things you just have to do on your own now,” she said.
Of course.
Of course.
The Quester began her ascent. The stairs were steep but they were no longer frightening. She had traversed this territory so many times. At the top, she stopped and stared down the path she was obliged to take. The monster’s lair was dark, the door slightly ajar. The Que
Oblivion SongsOblivion Songs
I’ve arranged all of my memories
Into photos and put them
Upon my wall, then
Sat down in my great armchair
And gazed upon them all.
My memories aren’t chronological, but instead linked by scraps of string, reaching across the yellowing wallpaper like the silk strands of a spider’s web. I’m older now, and I do this mainly as a way to waste my time as I sit in this great house that I worked my whole life for, now empty, and think of what could have been altered.
In my study, books sit as my audience, thousands of them. Three thousand four hundred and sixty two. I counted them last week. A fire cackles behind me, illuminating the dim room. And I place my legs, pale and feeble, upon an ottoman and stroke my long-since-grayed beard with one hand as the other hangs lifelessly over the side of the chair. The cat walks to and fro, chasing shadows in the dark. My eyes scan the wall of photos, searching for something that resonates and brings back the sweet
''Punchlines'' -- Chapter 1        "I'm here to take you to The Other Side," the chicken said, cocking its head toward the thin strip of road.
        The man looked around himself, then blankly ahead at the road for a moment.  It looked newly paved, and mirages shimmered in the desert heat just above the hot blacktop of the highway that disappeared out of sight in both directions.  To either side of it, the parched clay ground baked in the sun like a kiln. There was nothing all around, but this terracotta desert that peeled and cracked like a bad sunburn, and the road. And the chicken.
        "Is this a joke?" the man said.
        "No," said the chicken, "This is the punchline."
        The chicken turned and started walking across the road.  The man saw little choice but to follow.  He didn't bother questioning its motives.
        It crossed slowly, all awkward bony leg


*Don't forget these summer contests!*

A Game of Genres - a tWR Summer ContestOur prizes are updated! We now have more Core Memberships available in the overall big prize, so check it out. :la: you can also participate if you're not a tWR member!
It is summer and you know what that means, time for a contest at :iconthewrittenrevolution:!
> The first week challenge is here! You have time until August 13th, 11:59 to complete it. <

A Game of Genres
This year we of oftheWrittenRevolution challenge you to participate in a slalom event for genre fiction. Here's the deal: you will have three weeks, and three stories to write, one per week!
There will be prizes at the end of each round for the best story of the round, and then, a mega prize at the end for the first place winner who complet
Summer Contest: Women in WarAlright guys, here is the deal. I haven't done my yearly contest so here it is. You want to watch this journal keenly because the prize list is going to expand rapidly after today.
The subject is women in war. I don't see enough of this in military fiction at all, let alone on dA, so I'm running a contest for it. I want realistic, historically accurate portrayals of women's contributions to war efforts, be they soldiers or pilots, camp followers, auxiliaries, or on the homefront. There are plenty of cool things to choose from, from female ambulance drivers in WWI, the Night Witches of WWII, Jean d'Arc herself if you want.
Go check out Women Warriors if you really want a list but be careful, it might be too kick ass and overwhelm you.
The point is, women were all over war from the beginning of time. You would never find a camp that had no women in it, filling various roles, and it is absurd to say war just didn't affect them as

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denya-chan Featured By Owner 2 days ago  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Hey! Thank you very much for the points! :tighthug:
It's so nice of you and I really appreciate it! :aww: :heart:
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:glomp: You are so wonderful.
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saniika Featured By Owner 5 days ago  Professional General Artist
Thank you for the points :)
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Hey thank you so much for the points. I appreciate this very much! :)
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271FKQ Featured By Owner 6 days ago  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Thank you very very much! :squee: 
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pablapicassa Featured By Owner Aug 26, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Thank you MERCI ^-^
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jbbartronart Featured By Owner Aug 21, 2015  Professional Traditional Artist
LJ, thanks for adding "Fearless Middle Child" to your impressive collection.
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BloodshotInk Featured By Owner Aug 14, 2015
Thanks for rewatching me, my lovely :love:
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Thanks for the favorite! :) 
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