Reviews for Bullet with butterfly wings |
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Lunaliceazreal chapter 1 . 9/19/2015 Very unique |
deleted2012 chapter 1 . 2/24/2010 Very incredibly different, so amazing. I don't know where you came up with the idea, but I'm glad you did. x Smaginn |
higher than sky high chapter 1 . 5/8/2008 lskdafkjdshg. dang. |
anie chapter 1 . 3/28/2008 beautiful :( very sad. |
Cuban Sombrero Gal chapter 1 . 12/19/2007 Obviously this is incredibly AU, but Frayed Misfit put this in the Character Sketches archive, and I thought I'd check it out. Your imagery is amazing. D It's sensual, and everything seems so real, and I almost felt as though my tongue was being ripped out (which is horrible, but a definite testament to your ability as an author). Great work. |
prince candy chapter 1 . 6/20/2007 Good christ, that was wonderful. |
Taita chapter 1 . 6/22/2006 Why? so.. beautiful yet.. deadly. so...dark tinted with the soft fingers of sorrow and death,... slowly tightening |
wild wolf free17 chapter 1 . 4/14/2006 Oh, so bitter and well done. |
taemin chapter 1 . 12/5/2005 It's haunting yet... beautiful, in a way. |
SmallInsect chapter 1 . 11/23/2005 I like it. Rather deep and interestingly put. Sent a bit of a chill to me. Your grammar was also good. |
Gerik Phan chapter 1 . 4/4/2005 Silence is the most deadliest of poisons anywhere |
missmee chapter 1 . 11/16/2004 You have a way with words that many people would aspire to have. There isnt much I can say that has not already been. How do you fit emotions into words. I cant even explain why I love this sotry. |
SidheLady chapter 1 . 5/10/2004 Ha ha ha, you named it after a smashing pumpkins song? |
randomglitter chapter 1 . 3/23/2004 'So you dare me to push you? So I dare you to jump.' Dear god, this was utterly horrifying, but the language was beautiful. I think it could have been better if it were a little longer, a little more fleshed out, but it's still a perfect vignette. I loved it. |
Kiye chapter 1 . 1/31/2004 As a child she used to spend the summer evenings in her father's garden of the hypnotized roses, counting the falling stars under a sky of ink black. These summer evenings she counts the falling men but has no tongue to make a wish. Brilliant transition. She is still standing there when the morning sun spreads in the grey sky like a punctured egg yolk. The wind comes up behind her, wearing a blue cape, bringing a scent of summer, anise and sesame. It says: 'So you dare me to push you? So I dare you to jump.' I really have no words. |