Team Smartz Ch.2 - Cold as Eisbecher
-------------------------------- so yah, here's chapter two of the fantastical adventures of antwon and penny, and yes i know that this one may actually be shorter than chapter one but . . . what can i say, i hope that chapter three is longer, as always, critiques
Cupcakes Re-done (Rough Draft)
She said she tried her hand (or, well, hoof) at sewing, and wanted rarity to critique her work. she happily agreed, and went to say goodbye to sweetie belle, her younger sister. "sweetie belle! sweetie belle! " rarity called.
"BLEU" - Harmony
The most common critique to the mbti is the misidentification, and even this one has many layers. personally, i believe that i have dug close to the bottom for the mbti, deeper than many already.
So Young, So Dear
I would love so critique. a sorta-personal thing... about my dearest childhood friend. she's the best friend i ever had, and she's not that person anymore. she just doesn't know it.
I Know (poem)
Ok, not at all one of my firsts on this, but its still so-so i think =/ one of the few i have on da (i have a lot actually written down but i just am really self-conscious about things xd) critique and comment please!
Wolf Lovers (poem)
Favorites, and again, not my first =) i think this shows how i thought (that's right, not anymore) about my wolf lover a long time ago xd hopefully some of you peoples out there felt/feel like this about your (ex maybe) lover as well ^^ feel free to critique
Rainfall - Chapter 01
.: this is my first draft, any suggestions, insights, and critiques would be very much appreciated.
Bamyalee
critiques are welcomed and appreciated. i once lived, at the shores of bamyalee, where nothing else touches, but the sea. although filled with clear oceans, and skies of blue, this is not paradise, that is not true.
when we waste away
Comments critiques faves and votes would be appreciated when we waste away we care not for time of day nor for the money in our pocket but for the love we hold in a heart shaped locket we hold it close to the brightest flames we will always remember
Clipped Winged Crow
And critique me, i don't bite. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ i've got a crow sitting on my window tapping, begging to be let in so many treat him like an angel and, god, hes a beautiful sin i've got a spider in my
Just Me and You
As always, comments and critiques are welcome.
Lavender Scent (Poem)
I'd be happy to take and critique even though it's an older work, always looking to improve. lavender scent drifts palely into the room, as sun and moon trade places in the sky. sadness shall find nothing here but doom.