I really do feel bad for the Mothman. At least he's finally heading towards Spring... January, and then February, and then I'll start getting better in March... More dogs to eat!

Yeah,” he says back. “And I’m the queen of England

At this time there was only a King of England. A bit too early for Queen Victoria.

I like Clara. Yay for no indiscriminate hating! -dance-

You really do convey the Mothman very well. You can tell he's smart, that he's a good person; you can see him, and he sounds like himself, if that makes any sence.

Blue is a nice color. -nods-

Very interesting beginning. I like your style and the way you paint a vivid picture of the scene.Great job!

him questioning where he came from is about of the level of us questioning the meaning of life. It's the same thing, in many ways, though. -pets the Mothman-

Sarcasm! ^^ Ah, he's getting acclimated to living now. Yay.

It works. It dounds pretty deep, at least. Poor Mothman... He's the butt of the biggest celestial joke out there.

I love the prose, very descriptive and realistic.

It's funny how we're both writing stories in first person view, but they are so different.

By the way, is this story going to be chapters and chapters of nothing but torture and pain? I don't think I ever read a story like that, hehe, but I do like the idea!

-hugs the Mothman- I feel sorry for him. ;-; Getting all shot at and exorcized and such. This seems like one of those stories where it'll get darker before it gets lighter, as the Scarecrow in Oz said.

Keep updating! ^^

Ew, those stitches sound gruesome.

o.o Wow. That is so incredibly descriptive... I could see it, and when my sister walked into the room I jumped and flinched, expecting to see green and black. -shiver- That's just incredible, Lady Star...