*snerk* Short and sweet, and very good. Keep 'em coming. ;)

LOL I liked this one a lot. Great interpretation!

Ha, good one. It must be something of a challenge, thinking up so many ways for small children to perish, but you're doing a great job. ;)

"When there was no more Quentin to light upon, the moth flew away."

LOL! Classic ending. Loved it. ;)

I think I'm a bit behind in reading/reviewing, but was glad to see you'd updated!

Ha, you captured Neville well. Dying of ennui always seemed like a rather snotty thing to do for a kid. ;) I especially liked mention of the estate in Dover, his library, the coloring books, and of course, his grim end.

You have really mastered the art of adding a single sentence that really...well, I don't know how to describe it. A perfect finishing touch, I suppose. For instance: "He rang his little bicycle bell on the way down." That is an excellent, excellent sentence.

As I may have mentioned one or three times, I love all of these little stories. All hail to thee.

You know, I'd always imagined Neville as wasting away inside a building - I think it's the picture - but this is funny as well.

I love the paragraph about the White Cliffs and the jaded tone of the whole thing. It's a great capture.

Oh, fabulous. This is me, by the way. I'm just too lazy to log in. It's been a miserable week, but this just make things a little bit better.

Nice.

"...wheeled into surgery to have a Polo mint removed from her left nostril."

*snerk* Good one. And bonus points for having parents who plan a subtle homicide.

You are really quite amazing at characterizing all the kids in here. Especially considering that Gorey only spared one line for each of them! I am greatly looking forward to reading even more of these, so keep up the fab work.

PS: I think the unfortunate Ida's story is my favorite by far... the line "The silk flowers were appallingly damp" is quite possibly a stroke of genius.

~cabbage~

Sonnets about dead kids are just the way to start one's day. ;)

L is for Leo...

This one was very funny and as a poem quite good. Great job :)

Ha, what good timing. I'm sick and in a foul mood-- your new chapter was just what I needed, thank you!

All right, now this one is really just sad. Poor thing.

The policemen are hilarious, though. I know people who talk like this...*shakes head* Oh dear.

(incidentally, went back and read James again and realized that I'd missed part of the point. Sorry about that)

Oh, poor James.

Though I'm not so sure why his mother would be reprimanding the maid. Well done. This one is sort of legitimately icky, which is good to get in there now and then.

I think the parents are sometimes even more disturbing than the children...like James', who are almost as good as Clara's.