This is incredible.

I'm grateful that I've had the chance to read this. It's reminded me of a sense of worship and a feeling of fellowship that I've been missing recently.

Thanks.

This was especially lovely. Reminds me of the church camps I went to every year for six years when I was a teen. I love the flame and fireflies imagery--"Don't want...to illuminate their unsteady paths and expose their inexperience" and "Make me braver than the fireflies." So maybe young faith is a little unsteady, but it doesn't get any stronger unless you show it. Because practice makes perfect! Really beautiful! :)

This was great, I liked it a lot. (:

Two beautiful, sweet and very realistic stories.

Okay there's something wrong with me today because I totally read those two chapters again now for ** and giggles and I cried a little.

Poke me.

I don't know why I admitted this, mate. Poke me.

aw...

For the first one. I found it pretty cool that you found a way that speaks what you wanted to say through the very theme. The sweets were a great touch, and the whole thing was kind of touching in that whole "Ima gonna eat a shitload of gummybears" today, just because it totally zipped me in the head in a way that doesn't make you cry. It makes you sad but smile goofily (why is a red squirly line beneath that, goofily is totally a word), and I like that way. Plus, I'm pretty sure you didn't want to make us cry.
So that's a plus :)
It was a pretty unique approach to the topic.

And the second one...
You know, I always wondered how the families took it, and if the reactions were still big (because, you know... It's pretty much paleness all around here...), and it's nice to see some real emotion about it.

It's simple but effective.

I always found stories that were partially autobiographic (not that every isn't) rather spastic. Fantastic, bombastic, it's so freaking elastic.

Sorry, reviews make me serious, and then I was like... omfg I'm not growing up, am I? So I totally wrote a song about "tic".

And it's all cause of you.

By the way - it's really smokin' that I get a place on the profile page. Like, I got the cover. I'm the hot news. I'm the freaking chicken eating gummy bears.

And it's good to know you still have to read things twice before you understand my way of talking, or the general... eloquence. ;)

And, I know - right? We made next to no sense and still proved our brilliance! That's what I'm taalking about!!1oneone!exclamationpoint!!1

sugaa.

And dude; i don't know who that Barbara Kingsolver is, and I totally copy pasted it into the google search engine with the whole "freaking" thing, and all.

it made me smile - BARBARIAN SHORTS.

p.s...
Ladybugs, sucker.

You are a fantastic writer.

These are super deep. I like them. (:

(sorry for lame and short reviews. i don't have much time and i'm just typing short ones so i don't forget later.)

This is really interesting. I like the concept, everyone can relate to not wanting to grow up. Sixteen is a great age...three months until I reach it. (:

Awesome job, kudos to you!

That's a lovely vignette. You sketched the situation so well. It's tough when people act that way and are SO tactless and rude. I haven't exactly been in that situation, but remind me to tell you a funny story sometime about my Dad and me. :)

*blushes* Thanks! We're changing the subject now. :)

Now *this* is poetry. I love the last line here "Young as newly-planted trees and rain puddles and stopwatches at 00:00." That's beautiful! It reminds me of spring. Right now actually! The imagery in the whole thing is wonderful--I love that I can see the age in this kid's eyes. I'm assuming this is based on you...do you have a twin brother, then? I'm excited to see where this story goes. It's off to an excellent start!