• Member Since 4th Jul, 2012
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TKM


Uh hi. I look at things and I write things. I love you.

Comments ( 16 )

...well then......get the lube

Haha ok I'm hoping you're joking right... Right?... Right?!

Needs a proofreader. Other than that, seems promising.

lets see where this fic goes shall we. (Tracking)

Cannot tell if Troll fic, or actual story in development...

Anyways, MOAR!!!! :trollestia:

Thank god. Anne was a bitch.

1741875 ANNE BARELY DID ANYTHING

1743147 Haha IKR?

TKM

Boobs on a stick.

Name's Jack.
Pleasure to make Your acquaintance.

:facehoof:dude i read a lot off sorys some good some bad but the Britis accent throe the whole writing and the "gurd dog" the basment fear thing and how you just discrased my home state of CA not cool dude :flutterrage: your idea has potechal heck i'm a crappy writer but a good critic that cant cretic his own shit but i can finde simads in a coal mine a dude this thing needs work like strap dynamite too it and start from scrach sorry dude but thats my oppiun serirsly you may what to keep the idea but start from scrach story wise my bad if you cosder this flamming but dude some times you need to sound like a bad guy too get a point across and for that i am sorry:pinkiesad2:

Henry leaned down to untying from Joan putting her leash in his hands and begun walking towards Celeste's house. Henry looked around and realized that the sun wasn't up, maybe he just imagined it. It took Henry only ten minutes to reach Celeste house that's what he estimate. Celeste house was a medium modernly built house, which was spotless white on the outside. Henry walked over to the door to ring the door bell, but just like a psychic Celeste opened the door before he could even touch the doorbell.

Just some advice, you shouldn't repeat a character's name every sentence. It just makes the entire thing feel awkward.
Try this instead

Henry leaned down to untying from Joan putting her leash in his hands and begun walking towards Celeste's house. He looked around and realized that the sun wasn't up, maybe he just imagined it. It took him only ten minutes to reach Celeste house that's what he estimate. Celeste house was a medium modernly built house, which was spotless white on the outside. He walked over to the door to ring the door bell, but just like a psychic Celeste opened the door before he could even touch the doorbell.

There are some other small things, but that seems to be your main problem. If you need some help, or an editor feel free to ask.

That was pretty dickish in the start

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