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Comments from Prurient Purveyer
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| 2011-05-29 02:56:02 | Nuns and sex | That was really good, There isn't enough really edgy stuff being posted here anymore. I think you write well and you did a good job conveying the sexual hunger of the two. |
| 2011-06-07 06:57:20 | Well you might be straight as an arrow but you're about as perceptive as a sack of potatoes. Only a male can't see how the relationship built. If you can't visualize the scene then you are no writer. As for the other writers thing, every other story in that contest was crap. Not one could do opposite viewpoint anywhere near as good as this one and none had anywhere near the power of this story. Not that it matters, I have ordered that my stories be with drawn,. Six out of fucking ten you fucking pull through, I ve read your stuff it is no where near as good as this. |
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| 2011-06-11 17:40:16 | Sunny's First BBQ | Yes it is too short but its a first attempt and it can be hard to judge what's enough. You have the skeleton of a good story here but it needs to be filled out. Just read through it again and imagine the scenes you need to bring them alive as real scenes not just a narrative. Poor old Sunny's gone now but I'll bet one of her friends might want to know what's happened to her friend.... |
| 2011-06-13 06:43:18 | Sunny's First BBQ | You see this type of comment is what you have to put up with when you write cannibalism stories. You put the tag "cannibalism" on the story so you might expect that those who don't have an interest in the subject would stay away. But no, they ignore the tag, get offended and write witless comments like anonymous here. |
| 2011-06-21 07:20:31 | The King in Yellow_(0) | Along the shore the cloud waves break, The twin suns sink beneath the lake, The shadows lengthen In Carcosa. Strange is the night where black stars rise, And strange moons circle through the skies But stranger still is Lost Carcosa. Songs that the Hyades shall sing, Where flap the tatters of the King, Must die unheard in Dim Carcosa. Song of my soul, my voice is dead; Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed Shall dry and die in Lost Carcosa. Just googled the King in Yellow, I'm confused, this is a play from a book of short horror stories by Robert Chambers, it certainly wasn't the most censored book of all time nor does it appear to be excessively dark, I would have to rank this as long and pretentious. |