*** Taking this down for now - always up for swapping critiques, though, so drop me a line! ***
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Amelinda
5/22/2015 05:46:15 am
Yay, thanks so much! To you too!
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5/21/2015 10:28:33 am
Another "read me with the lights on" tale I feel I must read. Fantastic opening! Good Luck!
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Amelinda
5/22/2015 05:47:57 am
:D Thank you! Good luck to you too!
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5/21/2015 12:09:51 pm
You don't need feedback. This is AWESOME (and right up my ally you'd be on my shortlist if I were a judge)
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Amelinda
5/22/2015 05:48:52 am
That was totally heartening! Thanks for taking a look!
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Mia
5/21/2015 10:23:39 pm
Great entry. I'd never be able to read this with the lights out. Good luck in the contest.
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Amelinda
5/22/2015 05:50:57 am
Thanks Mia! Are you a fellow contestant? Will look for your entry...!
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Shawn D. Humphrey
5/22/2015 12:46:55 am
Hey there- great entry. The query definitely had me interested in how things will develop. I enjoyed the 250 as well.
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Amelinda
5/22/2015 05:51:33 am
Awesome, thank you! Will look for you on the roster!
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5/22/2015 04:36:46 am
Good luck in the competition! (Are you on Twitter, btw?)
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Amelinda
5/22/2015 05:45:24 am
Thanks! :D And yes indeed, I'm @metuiteme - just followed you!
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5/23/2015 11:36:11 pm
This is really awesome. You've definitely upped the creepy factor! :) Good luck!
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5/24/2015 12:44:53 pm
Yay, another horror writer! Although my #thewvoice entry is fantasy, I write horror too. Great first 250! Good luck!
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Kurt Hartwig
5/26/2015 12:16:18 am
fellow dabbler in academics and carpentry, I salute you! great opening, and good luck in the coming weeks.
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5/26/2015 09:37:39 am
Nice work. Great voice. Good luck with your manuscript!
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