ur stories are well written but unlikely in the pokemon universe.

Bejdidmsosossdmmouyg,dhtfydktcifkyrd,jgcu Quagsire are carefree not evil

If there's a death you need, use a Rocket.

Why can't anyone make it some really nice guy for a change...? Besides the moral lectures you'd receive, anyways.

As I continue reading down your long list of PokeFics, I find this.

The scariest thing about this is that someone said it was insightful. The only insight I gain from this is that it's not good to walk in bogs for no apparent reason. And that humans are weaker than Pokemon.

And that was not a flame; it was a really good piece for spine-tingling. If I had a spine to tingle. I can almost feel the poor guy's terror. Through the Quagsire, that is. Of course, it must be argued if such stupidity is worth pitying ._.

When an identified monster is carrying you through a Marsh, there are very, very few good turnouts. Under normal circumstances, that is.

I find that the only thing disturbing here is that while I shudder and wash my hands repeatedly after seeing a cockroach, I barely blinked during this story. I didn't move except for my fingers pressing the down key to scroll and my eyelids blinking. Heh, thats what I get for reading depressing stories everyday.

ew. gross. not a very nice fic.

Scary stuff..Me likes! Keep on rockin'!

Iraqi Pete: GO TO HELL!

Mal: Sorry about him, that's the only American sentance he can say. Rock on and do more like this!

Iraqi Pete: GO TO HELL AMERICA!

Mal: -_- Stupid Iraqi Pete...*whack*

Everyone needs a dark, gruesome fic to stay in touch with reality once in a while...

hehe, I was looking around for horror fics when I found this and I'm just wondering something about the rockets name. Is the word pete supposed resemble the word peat? 'Cuz I read in a book somewhere that people fall into peat bogs and their bodies get preserved really well(kinda like mummies) from all the tannic acid in the swampy water.

This has a very Haloweeny feel to it. That description of the Quagsire *shudders*. Very creepy. an excellent fic.

That is CREEPY. Seriously nasty stuff here. BTW, what IS that Pokemon? I think it's a Chinchou, but I'm not sure.

OMG. That was really grose, but it was... Good! It was really insightful and descriptive, and I'm kissing now, huh? _;;

Da Evil One Has Spoken

:~Evil-Zarrah~:

Excellent use of description here, and your mood was set supremely well.

I'd like to call this sentence to your attention: 'Reaching his hand up to pull aside a dead, slimy branch that was in his path, the collar of his jacket slipped down and the icy touch of the fog, like the caress of a skeleton's hand.' It doesn't seem to quite make sense. It needs another verb, in the last clause, maybe. Also, unless the collar (as a subject) reached his hand up, you need to alter the relationship between the first and second clause. Thanks.

Verrrry nice horror. Shiver-inducing.

Whooo, that's twisted! Rock on!

There are preditors who hide in the shadows of the unknown world, waiting for those who would enter their realm, and to bring the 'gift' of death to all who enter.

As time as gone on Farla, I've noticed how much more dark and intense your stuff has gotten.

Oooooo...that is grotesque...I LIKE I LIKE! Interesting thought, with the Quagsire...almost feel sorry for Pete, though...actually, I DO feel sorry for Pete...very nice piece...YOU ARE GOOD! Will you loan me some talent?