Why? Indeed, had it ever been needed to be explained, an explanation why was always lacking.
Passive voice has never been appreciated as much as in surgery dictations.
Never in my years have I ever heard a surgeon record. "I made  an incision."
It was always: " An incision was made" ( by the unknown mystery surgeon)  "the incision extended into the abdominal cavity" (now, how in the hell did that incision do that all by itself?)
"the bleeding was controlled" (wouldn't be better if the sugeon "stopped" the bleeding?)
"The incision was closed" (for the Holidays, I suppose)
The only active sentence is at the end. " The pateint tolerated teh procedure well."

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'There you are.' she screamed at her prisoner.
  James Smooler  had been the cause of  the horrible accident, that had left her scarred both physically and mentally.
 She continued:
 'All those years ago, when that chancdelier fell on me, and you sent me away to the hospice, and forgot me totally. Since then you had a life.
 Mine was over that night, ever since then I have plotted this night.'
 'What are you planning to do Elanor ?'
 'The irony of this is that James Smooler, whizz kid, is going to be found dead in the ruined church of St. James. I have tied you to the support beam above your head.
 The slightest movemnent will bring the balcony down on you.'
 'So, I am hog tied Elanor, but for what purpose ?'
 'In less than 3 hours, your life will end the way mine did that day, as the workmen will be here to knock the church down.
 You shall get ripped to shreds by flying glass, as I did the night you brought the chandelier down on me, trying to prove to your cronies, that it would support your weight.'
 'But I will be missed.' James cried in desperation.
 'Wrong, you forget you were going away for 2 weeks to Switzerland, so nobody will think anything of not hearing from you.'
 The night passed quickly for Elanor, at about 7 30, her alarm woke her, walking down the road to the church, she stoppped and watched as the ball swung gracefully through the glass panes.
 Faintly, she thought she heard a lone voice cry:
 'For pities sake stop !'
 'There, score settled.'
 Turning, she walked to the train station and then to the airport, for her trip to Switzerland and a 2 week break

It's been awhile but why not? Please check out "Blackbeard and The T-bone" for a good laugh.

From what I've read so far, I don't really see any fantasy or medieval short stories so far. I've just got one word for that: First! :)

Almost all the submissions are based on relationships?O_O
Damn...Maybe I should have done that. Crap :(

Damn it... wrong window

She awoke to the sound of thunder and rain upon a steel roof.She looked around and saw him standing across the room."Let me go!" she screamed at the figure standing there motionless as stone.The figure tilted its head to one side as if trying to understand her,then took a menacing step toward her.He reached out slowly to touch her face, his hand trembling.Before his hand reached her however,his hand turned to fist and he began to pummel her mercilessly.She howled in pain,and he stopped falling to his knees clutching at his mask.He began to pound his fists into the ground and let out a guttural scream,as though he were in agony.She dangled there in the dimly lit room suspended by her arms.The blood and tears running down her battered body. Her tormentor rose to his feet slowly, and then stared at what he had done.She was sure he was going to kill her, she just prayed that would be all he did. He grabbed her neck and stared into her eyes. His eyes a milky white, as if he were blind. As she stared back at him, she saw a tear form in his eyes. "I'm sorry,I never wanted us to end this way.I should have been a better man for you...Goodbye Sarah." It was then she noticed the pistol in his hand.He quickly raised the weapon to his head and pulled the trigger. She couldn't believe what had happened. The man she'd once loved had become lost in his own despair. And though she still lived she would now forever be haunted by his tears and his last words.She would always remember him now,that was his intention all along.

Pshht i have no feedback :,(

Okay, dumb question. When no one has submitted feedback to a story, it says "There are no submitted feedback."

Isn't that wrong? Shouldn't it say "No one has submitted feedback?" Why the passive voice?

WHY

WHYYYYYY

YAY! I finally wrote up my submission. It's a liitle over the word limit. I could use suggestions. Please if any would be great. I love doing FB for FB :D
Tell me what you think. My submission is called: TENDERNESS

Thanks so much and good luck :)

First submission: Find The Wrappers, Cut My Hands. Emo song title? Awesome story? Maybe both! Check it out and let me know what you think!

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