Reviews for Story of My Life

Ginndy
2008-04-11
ch 3,

abuseHis eyes smothered beneath his elegantly arching, teasing eyebrows. Cupped between eyelids, lashes and warmth, sat his eyes, always intently watching her, holding her, even if not physically.

Melanie twisted her wedding ring, twisting her pounding heart, twisting her love for him tighter and tighter.

The woman sat up in her plastic chair, her dark, sweet prune-like hands clasped her spoon.

Over the years, his hair had commuted from the warm, earth, clunky brown she loved so to the shine of golden yellow; light, free, wispy like age but still just as warm.

Your words are pretty.

Seriously, the quality of your writing is growing at a fantastic speed. You and your words and your old people fluff impress the hell out of me.

Ginndy
2008-04-05
ch 1,

abuse"'Come on, darling. It’s grown-up time. You, mister, have to go to bed,' Hailey tells Alex."

Wait, did I miss something? Who's Hailey?

But, aw. And the orange thing. And the Mealine.

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