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@GlaciontheGreat
PLEASE, check your spelling!
(I will have a strike system, if you do something against the rules, or un-caring in your writing, I will give a strike. 3, and you are out.)
You have a strike

@Popplio Thanks! @GlaceontheGreat Thanks again! But, please use spell check!

My feet glided across the ice as if I was floating in mid air. My hair swayed, and my fingers grasped my red gloves. Crackles of ice could be drowned out by the sound of my blade engraving a mysterious pattern into the ice. As the cracks got louder, my glides got bigger. One final glide resulted in a large crack, before being pushed into the freezing water. My ice skates added weight on me as I sunk into the water. I tried to grasp the ice, but my frostbitten hands slipped right off. I started to sink deeper, and deeper, and my body felt colder, and colder, until breaths where no use. I squeezed my eyes shut and dived under, never coming back up.

@Lillypie
That is dark, don't do that!

(should I delete it, orrr....)

Yes, you should

Username: -Shy-
How often are you online?: About eight am to ten pm, with breaks between
Sample writing: I looked up as my secretary placed a paper on my desk. I nodded in thanks, reading it. 'M'lady.. Meet me in the courtyard at seven.' I smiled, and placed the paper in my bag. I finished work, and told Marisa I was leaving, and she bid me farewell. I reached home, and changed into a more casual dress. I pulled my hair out of its bun, letting it hang. The clock showed 6:40, and I escaped the house. I reached the courtyard to see a man with shoulder length brown hair. He turned, smiling. "Ah, miss Hyman. It's a pleasure." He leaned down, kissing my hand. I was shocked. "M-mr. Hamilton?" I squeaked, this man being my idol.
Why do you want to join the Writers of Poke-Heroes?: I'd like to show others my passion for writing.

Accepted!

I hope it's okay if I write something I'm working on here. It's with my Writing Sample, but a different scene. This is in a bisexual, polygamous relationship, so don't like, don't read.

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I smiled, nuzzling to John as he ran his tan hand through my brown hair. Lafayette looked to me sadly. "Mon amour. You do know that we must go fight soon?" I nodded, tears pricking my eyes. My loves, off to fight. The could die. Alexander glared at Laf with anger. "We will be fine, Olive. Don't fret, my love." He cooed, using your favorite nickname. Hercules shook his head, proposing an option. "How about we play a game. It's called "Truth or Dare"!" We all laughed, knowing the game. We changed seats to the couch, with my small body sitting on Lafayette's lap as he laid on the couch. Hercules was next to Alex, whom curled up to snuggle him. John had Laf's head in his lap, playing with his curly hair. We laughed and kissed and drank, having fun. But inside, I dreaded that it might be my last good night with the loves of my life.

Critisisim is allowed and appreciated

Hmm...I won't read it, for the propose that I don't really like the idea of polygamous relationships after watching the show "Escaping Polygamy" hehe...

((Ah, well, it's not like that show. It's just people in love with more than one person. It's kind of sweet,,))

@Everyone

bringing this up again with a new mini story i thought of, criticism welcome ovo

It was a warm summer day when i woke up, i was Jack. Your average kid, who had dark brown hair, and baby blue eyes. I rolled over to the side in my bed to click the clock off, once i had done that, i got up. The sun shined in from the window, it was a nice day today. The birds were chirping like always, and i was for once, happy. I ran to the door of my room, and was greeted with talking. It was my parents, up in a fight. I sighed, it was like the birds fell down, and the sun shined to England instead. My day was ruined. A tear ran down my cheek, and i closed the door silently.

I looked over at my backpack, leaning against my chair. I picked it up, and put Mr. Teddybear in it, and some chips and a cola. I opened my big window, and stepped up in it, wondering if it could have me. I looked out, if i could hit the hedge, i would be able to come away safely. I looked back, and then over at the hedge again. I prepared, and then did a big jump. Luckly over to the hedge. I balanced on it, and then jumped down. The cat who always poops in our garden looked at me weirdly, when i stood up again. I creeped it away, and continued. Down in the old school playground, my mobile vibrating in my pocket, i took it up, and saw the displayer. My dad had sent me an SMS. "WHERE ARE YOU?!" it said, in all caps. Teardrops fell to the sand where i was standing. I laid my mobile down again, and walked up at the big slide, there i could see the whole city. My next stop was the bakery.

I was determined when i leaned up against the bakery, i was an hour away from home in walk. I don't know if i could call it home anymore. I looked over at a kid who walked with his parents. I kicked a small stone on him, while his dad looked at me seriously. Relax, i was a 12 year old. He could mind his own business. I walked away from the bakery, to the train station. 30 minutes away with car. I was waiting for my train to Copenhagen. There i would never be hurt again. I would move over to William, my internet best friend. It was a suprise, but i knew his adress. "Train to Copenhagen. I repeat, train to Copenhagen." There was a robotic lady that said. I shrugged and walked into my train, still determined.

The train stopped, and i walked out. I was scared deep inside, but showed off as an professional, so no people asked what i was doing out here. I ran out of the station, and looked around, my mobile vibrated again. I ran over to a safe place, and begun reading the text. It was my mom. "Sweetheart, where are you?" 2 minutes ago. Both she and dad had called me atleast a hundred times. That was money wasted on nothing. I walked around in Copenhagen, trying to find his adress. I finally found it, and ringed the bell. William opened. I was shocked when i saw him. Fat, had a pizza slice in his light yellow hair, and only in underwear. Dirty underwear. "What do you want?" He said, in a angry vibe, i was too shocked to say anything, and he then closed the door. Heavily.

I began to cry. My best friend didn't want something with me, and he was not as i thought he was. My ringtone came on. 'Space unicorns, flying through the sky! Woohoo!' it was originally a joke ringtone. I looked at the display. Mom. I finally answered it. I could hear that mom was relieved, and i was just crying. My mom could hear it within a second. "Where are you? Can i help you? I know there is something wrong." She said in a calm voice. It made me feel better. I finally answered, while crying. My neck hurt aswell. "I-i'm in Copenhagen.. I ran away." I got out, scared to see how my mom would react. I then heard my dad laugh in the background, my mom began laughing as well. "We will come pick you up. We were worried you were gone for good! Now, go back to the Train Station, we will see you in a hour." She said, then ended the call. I smiled, and ran towards the train station, humming on my way. Yeah sure people looked weirdly at me, but i was soon home.

I looked at my parents car i know so well, drive by. I ran over to it, and hugged my mom when she came out of the car. I could feel my dad pet me in my hair. I cried again, but this time it was of pure hapiness.

Don't run away. Your parents care about you.

Username: konpaku
How often are you online?: Depends. It's usually open in the background.
Sample writing: Except from my Story-Diary:

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We went closer to the showcase and he explained to me how it worked.
The Professor is collecting the Pokémon eggs from the Pokémon that live in his vast garden or that he finds in the wild, sometimes they are even donated to him by other Professors or Trainers.
They had developed a technology that would allow Trainers from all over the world to collect an egg from the displayed four eggs.
All the eggs are stored in incubators in his basement - oh how I would have liked to see those - and whenever a Trainer decides to adopt one of the displayed one, the egg is sent to him and is replaced by a new one from below.

Why do you want to join the Writers of Poke-Heroes?: I'm a writer and I like to challenge myself. This seems like an interesting way to try something new. I'd also like to help others improve their skills by giving them feedback.

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How often are you online?: I'm online every day, normally from about 16:00-06:00, though it can be pretty sporadic until about 00:00 because of my job.
Sample writing:
The bookstore didn't look like a bookstore. In hindsight, the boy couldn't have told anyone what it looked like if not a bookstore, but the boy was convinced that if it had looked like a bookstore, he would not have entered it at all. This line of thinking was not likely to be challenged. The boy wouldn't share his day’s exploits, but as he considered the book he had not quite paid for from the not quite bookstore, he found the need to explain rising.

It wasn’t as if he’d never stolen things before. The boy rather enjoyed the nervous high of leaving a store with something unpaid for. He knew it was wrong, but in those fleeting moments where freedom and disaster were both equal possibilities, he found the morals of the situation much less important than the overwhelming exhilaration that anything could happen. It was never so much about the candy bar or the small trinket. They were nothing special and merely a means to an end.

The book had been something else entirely.
Why do you want to join the Writers of Poke-Heroes?: I'm always looking for a good community to share writing with. It helps keep me motivated and I'm more productive as a writer when I have groups like this. And with NaNo coming up, it's double necessary. XD

Forum!
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Sample writing:
Well... This is my most recent...It's really gory. I also have my story Fel haha.

Why do you want to join the Writers of Poke-Heroes?:'Cos I love writing, and this place seems really awesome.

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