KP Critiques – 08

KP Critiques – 08

Here today we present to you, fine ladies and gentlemen, our eighth installment of KP Critiques! We thank all of you for the flood of critiques we have received! It’s lovely to witness the rise of courageous writers who are willing to submit their work to be...
The Golden Lassie’s Lament

The Golden Lassie’s Lament

By Mary McDougal   There was a lass with golden hair Like sun upon wheat shone With eyes blue as a summer sky And a heart made of stone   With soul-windows full of secrets This queen of kilt glances Had broken hearts upon her wake  And silken advances   Never a tear...
The Way The World Ends

The Way The World Ends

Lilian tightened her grip on her littlebrother’s sticky, chubby hand, dragging him through the afternoon street of Whitechapel. If only he could walk faster! grumbled Lilian as she thought about her friend Betty’s birthday party this evening. Of course...
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