Name of Story: Splinters in the Mind
QFC: 49-50-288-63175040
Rank you expect: Chewed #2
Why do you want to join?: I would just like to be a part of a new (or not-so-new) community, and, while I may not be as active as I would like, I definitely would like the opportunity to participate in this one.
Do you have any requests for the reviewer?: Just to realize that it is a very brief collection of short stories, and that they should make sure to check the table of contents to ensure they've read everything, as it is not arranged in the most efficient way possible.
Out of all of our reviewers, are there any two you'd prefer?: Not really. I'd prefer someone who hasn't reviewed me previously (Leb and Mitch), but I understand perfectly if that is not possible.
Well cutting out Leb and Mitch just leaves Poller, Dark, and myself. I'll work with that.
Is there any particular short you would like reviewed, or do you want us to read the entire collection? An entire collection may be difficult, as each story is an entirely different experience...
They're all really quite brief (3 posts each, give or take), and there are really only four, but if you would prefer, I would ask that you read "Love, We Should Get You a Tailor for That Beauty" (Page 1 Posts 7-9), and, if possible, "Eternal Love Does a Number on the Eyes" (Page 3 Post 10 and Page 4 Posts 1-2).
Mmmm, we'll have to do a review on both of them individually, thus spamming up your thread.
Since you insist on two stories, we will post our numerical review with an average of the two's scores on each individual thing. Is that okay with you?
(Just popping in to apologize for not having got to Mitch's story yet; I've been trying to put my spare creative energies into writing the past couple days, which has superseded reviewing. Should get to it tonight, though.)
And, of course, in saying that, I forgot to account for the fact that staying up 'til three (yay for friends 12 time zones away
) and then having three hours of baseball practice would leave me, too nearly literally, absolutely dead on my feet.
Tonight, then, perhaps. Besides, I like imagining the emotional pain it must cause you to eat all those innocent (and tender, oh so tender) babies.