To my dearest readers,
As you can see, I have deleted all but one of my stories (and the reason Before Her Eyes remains is because I am not the sole author). After much thought, I have decided to leave MNFF. I have not been around for the last six months and it doesn't seem that I'm going to magically get any more free time for quite a while. This makes me rather sad, but it is definitely time for me to move on.
If you wish to contact me for any reason, please message me on the Beta Forums. I'm not active on there, but I will get an email alert if I receive a message, and I will get back to you as soon as I can.
Thank you all for you support over the past few years; I will certainly miss you.
Good luck with the future and never stop reading or writing.
Summary: The Greek breed of merpeople are known as Sirens, and have entranced many a foolish sailor to his watery doom by means of their fair singing. But in many cultures there are tales of Sirens who have succumbed to the same snare they have spun so many: love.
I can't believe I haven't reviewed this yet -- ah, but nominating this poem for the RQSQ is a good enough time to review, don't you think? ;)
This poem is just amazingly written. The whole way you use contrasts between the main character and the seagulls, her husband and the sea. I just... the description, the language, the emotions, the rhythm... It's all so beautiful.
My favourite part would have to be the ending -- where we see to its full extent the chains her husband has wrapped about her, and we see the longing she feels, and the knowledge she has that she'll never be free.
I've read this poem heaps of times, and I love it more each time. Gah, I honestly don't know what else to say. This poem is amazing.
Summary: James shivered; Sirius had a way of looking at him that made him feel bare, exposed under that intense grey gaze.
How can a boy protect his best friend from things he can’t even see?
Hey Lyd! It's Azhure
You already know how I feel about this amazing surprise, but I thought I'd leave a review anyway.
Your writing is beautiful, love. You captured James' emotions over Sirius' nightmares so perfectly that I thought I would melt!
Sirius, when he didn’t burn as bright as the star after which he was named, was like a magnificent bloom that wilted. It was dreadful to watch something so glorious fail.
This in particular jumped out at me. Such a beautiful simile
Sirius’ hand came up, his long fingers touching James’ neck gently, with feather-light touches. “This helps,” he said quietly. “I don’t have them when you’re around.”
Awww... *has melted*
Thanks again, dear. I owe you so much! *hugs*
Summary: Rosmerta finds that life is much more monotonous than she thought-- all until Sirius Black shows up in the middle of the night and shows her simplicity is what life's all about.
Other Pairing: Sirius/Rosmerta
Written for the Slytherin Co-Author Valentine's Day Challenge by Mistletoe and Rhi for HP.
Ooo! *hugs her Kat and Rhi* I have to say that I do have a soft spot for Sirius/Rosmerta fics, and this one was perfect! You captured Rosmerta's boredom about her job, and can definitely see that she would get sick of the daily repetition. Like Carole, I was relieved that Sirius was genuinely nice to her, instead of just wanting her as a one-night thing. But, of course, I didn't expect either of you to write him like that, because you're both awesome!
Sorry I don't have anything really constructive to say, but I just could resist reviewing this, even though I should be doing homework. >.>
Hey BB, it's Azhure.
Wow, this poem is amazing. So powerful, and I like how you only add the proper punctuation after he comes to his senses. I can't really find any major problems in this, which is great! The poem flows perfectly and you definitely get your point across -- you don't babble like I do in poems. Very nice.
But, if you do want some critique, the second last line doesn't flow as well as it should. I think it's a bit short, but that's only a minor problem. :)