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1. Why I would like to join: I really like the newspaper and would like to be a part of it if possible.
2. Desired section: Stories and Poems or possibly entertainment, if that includes reviewing new tech and software.
3. My experience: I have been writing for a long time and feel I have the skills for the newspaper
4. My example: My following story example was written two days ago, it took about and hour and fifteen minutes, I have not reviewed it for spelling, grammer and other errors yet so It may be a tad bumpy, I just did not want to wait that long to release my second app. I will inform you when I have done this. I believe it is the kind of thing that would fit well in the newspaper, if you think differently, PM me about what you feel is wrong with it and I will either change it, or compile a new one.
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The Fire
George woke up to the smell of smoke and burning wood. At first he assumed that it was just his father making a fire to heat up the cottage in those chilly winter mornings. When his head started to clear and he grew more aware of his surroundings, he realized that something was terribly wrong. He sprang out of bed, still in the clothes he had been wearing the day before while helping his father plow the fields.
In a wild panic, he ran to open his bedroom door, only to have is hand burned by the scalding hot metal. He swore loudly as he shook his hand, trying to ignore the pain that was scorching his hand like fire. He desperately tried to think of a way to get out of his room and find his family, he was deeply worried that something bad had happened to them and he was not there to stop it.
Frantic, he ran at the door with all his might, in the faint hope that it would break down. After three attempts George, now gasping for air and feeling dizzy and weak, finally broke down his door and ran as fast as he could through flames, down the stairs and into his little sisters bedroom.
It was all a blur, George looked around dizzily. Faintly, he heard his little sister’s cries for help far off in the distance as if he really wasn’t there at all. “George!” His sister cried desperately as she saw her brother swaying there, dazed and unable to recognize her. Smoke filled George’s lungs, he could barely make out what his sister was saying, or where he was anymore. The last thing George heard before he slipped into unconsciousness was the faint sobs of his sister, begging him to come save her.
George awoke to a pounding headache and a dry, burning throat. He looked around him to try and comprehend what was happening. A cold chill ran through his heart as he looked over at his sisters bed and saw her lying there, limp, her face a cold, lifeless gray and her eyes closed. He got up, ignoring the fierce pains pounding in his head and ran over to her with his eyes wide and terrified. Desperately, he tried to rouse her from what he hoped was just a deep sleep. No matter how much he tried, nothing would wake his small little sister from her sleep.
George fell to his knees, a blank, horror struck look on his face as the crushing reality hit him like a lighting bolt, the kind that leaves you gasping for air and unable to move. He couldn’t believe it, she was dead, his beloved little sister that he had only known for six years was dead.
Still struck with an indifferent horror, George slowly got up from the ground and just stared at his dead sister, he stared until he could bear it no more. She looked so small and frail, just lying on her bed, not moving, not breathing, and for all he knew, not thinking either. He thought back on how they used to play “Catch the horse thief” in the meadow, down by the brook. The memories of him and his sister echoed in his head like ghosts of the past. “Haha, you can’t catch me now George!” she laughed as George ran after her through the tall green grass “Don’t be so sure, I’m fast you know!”
A tear ran down his eye as he recalled those treasured moments in his past, never to be relived or thought of in happiness again. George was so distraught that he never thought about where his parents were, or if they to had perished in the devastating fire. It was only then, when the shock started to diminish that George realized that their house was in pieces, everything was an ugly charred black and it smelled of stale smoke and burned wood.
Slowly and heavily, he walked over to what remained of the bedroom door and was about to open it when he heard something. Not a loud noise, but a steady intake and outtake of air. At first he thought it was the wind but then he heard a rustling behind him, he went stiff and turned around to see what was making the noise. With a start, he saw that it was his sister, she was breathing and slowly, but surely, rousing from unconsciousness. “Jenna!” He yelled as he ran over to the side of her bed hoping upon hope that he was not dreaming. “George?” she croaked as she opened her eyes, and looked at him with a confused expression on her face.
“Oh my god Jenna, I thought you were dead!” George sobbed as he hugged her cried with joy that his sister was alive and breathing. He picked her up off her bed and carried her out of her room and into the charred area that used to be their living room.
“George do you hear that?” asked Jenna “What?” George questioned “It sounds like coughing!” she exclaimed. George listened closely and, sure enough, he heard faint coughs coming from the basements door, now blocked by heaps of wood and remnants from the destroyed house.
George knelt down and yelled “Is anyone there?” “George!” He heard his father shout, for he was positive it was him. “Are you okay?” he yelled down to them. “Yes, just get us out of hear!” George sighed with relief and a big grin spread on his face as he started clearing the way to the door, to rescue his stranded parents.
Thanks Xaria for pointing out a few mistakes for me
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2. Desired section: Stories and Poems or possibly entertainment, if that includes reviewing new tech and software.
3. My experience: I have been writing for a long time and feel I have the skills for the newspaper
4. My example: My following story example was written two days ago, it took about and hour and fifteen minutes, I have not reviewed it for spelling, grammer and other errors yet so It may be a tad bumpy, I just did not want to wait that long to release my second app. I will inform you when I have done this. I believe it is the kind of thing that would fit well in the newspaper, if you think differently, PM me about what you feel is wrong with it and I will either change it, or compile a new one.
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The Fire
George woke up to the smell of smoke and burning wood. At first he assumed that it was just his father making a fire to heat up the cottage in those chilly winter mornings. When his head started to clear and he grew more aware of his surroundings, he realized that something was terribly wrong. He sprang out of bed, still in the clothes he had been wearing the day before while helping his father plow the fields.
In a wild panic, he ran to open his bedroom door, only to have is hand burned by the scalding hot metal. He swore loudly as he shook his hand, trying to ignore the pain that was scorching his hand like fire. He desperately tried to think of a way to get out of his room and find his family, he was deeply worried that something bad had happened to them and he was not there to stop it.
Frantic, he ran at the door with all his might, in the faint hope that it would break down. After three attempts George, now gasping for air and feeling dizzy and weak, finally broke down his door and ran as fast as he could through flames, down the stairs and into his little sisters bedroom.
It was all a blur, George looked around dizzily. Faintly, he heard his little sister’s cries for help far off in the distance as if he really wasn’t there at all. “George!” His sister cried desperately as she saw her brother swaying there, dazed and unable to recognize her. Smoke filled George’s lungs, he could barely make out what his sister was saying, or where he was anymore. The last thing George heard before he slipped into unconsciousness was the faint sobs of his sister, begging him to come save her.
George awoke to a pounding headache and a dry, burning throat. He looked around him to try and comprehend what was happening. A cold chill ran through his heart as he looked over at his sisters bed and saw her lying there, limp, her face a cold, lifeless gray and her eyes closed. He got up, ignoring the fierce pains pounding in his head and ran over to her with his eyes wide and terrified. Desperately, he tried to rouse her from what he hoped was just a deep sleep. No matter how much he tried, nothing would wake his small little sister from her sleep.
George fell to his knees, a blank, horror struck look on his face as the crushing reality hit him like a lighting bolt, the kind that leaves you gasping for air and unable to move. He couldn’t believe it, she was dead, his beloved little sister that he had only known for six years was dead.
Still struck with an indifferent horror, George slowly got up from the ground and just stared at his dead sister, he stared until he could bear it no more. She looked so small and frail, just lying on her bed, not moving, not breathing, and for all he knew, not thinking either. He thought back on how they used to play “Catch the horse thief” in the meadow, down by the brook. The memories of him and his sister echoed in his head like ghosts of the past. “Haha, you can’t catch me now George!” she laughed as George ran after her through the tall green grass “Don’t be so sure, I’m fast you know!”
A tear ran down his eye as he recalled those treasured moments in his past, never to be relived or thought of in happiness again. George was so distraught that he never thought about where his parents were, or if they to had perished in the devastating fire. It was only then, when the shock started to diminish that George realized that their house was in pieces, everything was an ugly charred black and it smelled of stale smoke and burned wood.
Slowly and heavily, he walked over to what remained of the bedroom door and was about to open it when he heard something. Not a loud noise, but a steady intake and outtake of air. At first he thought it was the wind but then he heard a rustling behind him, he went stiff and turned around to see what was making the noise. With a start, he saw that it was his sister, she was breathing and slowly, but surely, rousing from unconsciousness. “Jenna!” He yelled as he ran over to the side of her bed hoping upon hope that he was not dreaming. “George?” she croaked as she opened her eyes, and looked at him with a confused expression on her face.
“Oh my god Jenna, I thought you were dead!” George sobbed as he hugged her cried with joy that his sister was alive and breathing. He picked her up off her bed and carried her out of her room and into the charred area that used to be their living room.
“George do you hear that?” asked Jenna “What?” George questioned “It sounds like coughing!” she exclaimed. George listened closely and, sure enough, he heard faint coughs coming from the basements door, now blocked by heaps of wood and remnants from the destroyed house.
George knelt down and yelled “Is anyone there?” “George!” He heard his father shout, for he was positive it was him. “Are you okay?” he yelled down to them. “Yes, just get us out of hear!” George sighed with relief and a big grin spread on his face as he started clearing the way to the door, to rescue his stranded parents.
Thanks Xaria for pointing out a few mistakes for me
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Thanks all of you guys so much for your support and acceptance of my application. I hope to be helping out with the newspaper as soon as possible.
