Note: It says 'Aliath's Application' because I actually made a mistake while changing my display name, and I've still got to wait awhile to get my original one back.

1. Why I would like to join?

I'm been an avid reader of Sal's Newspaper for a short time, and I really enjoy the Stories & Poems section. I enjoy writing stories and this would be a great opportunity to write stories and have other people read them.

2. Desired section

Stories & Poems

3. My experience

I've written a couple stories in The Story Mat and at school. I live in a french-speaking community and I tought myself to write well in english by reading many books.

4. My example

Dante scaled the stone wall surrounding the mansion, pausing and listening for the footsteps of the guards patrolling up above. Dante waited for the guard to finish his nightly round and heaved himself up onto the walkway for on the wall. He quickly climbed down the other side and ended up in the courtyard. The sight was beautiful; the entire courtyard was decorated with beautiful flowers and diverse vegetation from every part of Gielenor. Dante picked a rose and shoved it in a small pocket in his coat, beside the many daggers and throwing knifes.

The heavy doors leading to the interior of the mansion itself were securely locked and the young man obviously had to find another way inside. He inspected the courtyard and a found a sturdy vine that lined the wall and led to a window. If he was lucky, it was the window to the master bedroom. He verified that the vine was strong enough to support his weight and started scaling the white washed stone wall of the luxurious palace. As he was halfway to the window, his cloak got stuck in the vine. Dante grabbed a knife from his pocket and cut himself loose, leaving a shred of crimson cloth dangling from the wall. He reached the window and pushed it open with ease; making no sound at all. He climbed into the window and looked around the room. It was dark, but the moonlight revealed a large bed in the center of the grand room where two figures were sleeping.

Dante drew his thin sword and advanced towards the bed. He gazed upon the sleeping figures and sighed; two more lives were to be taken by his blade. He raised the sword above his head and struck the first figure. He then stabbed into the second person. Dante wiped his sword with the blood drenched sheets. He grabbed the rose from his pocket and tossed it on the bed before leaving the place the same way he entered, leaving the two bodies to be discovered by an unfortunate maid or butler the next morning.

Very good writing. A couple of grammatical errors, but you have to keep me in a job, so that's fine.

Welcome to the team.

Accepted.

Thanks alot! Sorry about the grammatical errors, I didn't put that through microsoft word.