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I thought I'd have more questions but they've leaked out of my head after work so sorry. General comments at the end and if you want more detail, MAYBE that can be arranged assuming I have the energy tomorrow :) Seriously, how does our only daughter manage to sleep in through our noise? I am not sur...

I enjoyed reading this. There were a number of minor grammatical errors but that's acceptable (the English language is weird). It's different and exciting having original characters to discover and explore though I was disappointed by Kaito's thoughts. He seems, as others put it, too calculating. Hi...

I enjoyed the concept of this though some parts were a little confusing and bizarre. If you want, I can post some questions I have in the morning. In the meantime, I kinda like the idea of a second generation of students Hisao would get to observe as they go about their studies at Yamaku. I'm not su...

This is my first fic on the KS forums so there will be something of a learning curve to it. Bear with me, please, but don't feel obligated to be kind. If I've messed up, let me know! I was inspired by Pascalcampion's art ( http://pascalcampion.deviantart.com/art/Blackout-689944937 ). The fic you'll ...

I mean, it was well written and I did like the snowflakes analogy, but otherwise there's not much meat to it. Fair enough. I was trying to capture those small, idle thoughts I think we all have on occasion. I'm sure everyone has some truly amazing ideas, though I'm equally sure they tend to get ove...

Should I be offended or pleased that most of the conversation generated by my post surrounds the correct use of dashes?

This one was written surprisingly quickly so I'm not surprised it's a little choppy at times. In addition, the number of edits and rewrites is a little obscene. BUT, that is the danger of writing and the reason for proofreading: to iron out faults. Thanks for your help, both of you. Visionary wrote:...

Blackout Inspired by http://pascalcampion.deviantart.com/art/Blackout-689944937 Snowflakes blow in swirling eddies past my window, visible only for a moment as they pass through the muted glow of a small candle. My hand instinctively moves to the right side of my face as the thought of the fire ent...