Contributing to the Sal's newspaper could be a lot of fun. I'm still considerably new and have yet to really contribute to the site, so I could definitely use this opportunity to do that.
2. Desired section:
I'm a Jill-of-all-Trades. I'd be good with writing poems for the paper, making comics, or writing articles about entertainment and world events. I'd probably be best with comics and/or poems.
3. My experience:
I'm awesome with MS Paint and have made comics for other ends of the internet from time to time. I also casually write poems. I'm working on a large story that would basically be a compilation of different poems I've written.
4. My example:
This poem is part of that story in the making. It won't make any sense until I finish the rest of the story, though. For this poem, I created my own sonnet-esque style. Basically, three stanzas of ABAB and CCC#C#. "C#" means that it is not an exact rhyme but the sound is still similiar (IE, road and old).
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They can trail
To beneat the sea
But the claw will fail
To ever reach me
Born at the end of a broken road
Can't forget how much I've owed
I'll never forget 'til I'm dead or old
All that it took to find the gold
Knowing my way, I'll get around
Some in disgust over what I've done
Some will be proud of what I found
Doesn't really matter, 'cause I've touched the sun
Might just be some commemoration
Or there might be some negociation
I got no time for any of that wastin'
Getting so close to what I'm chasin'
The morning
Shines in your eye
I'm yearning
To touch the sky
But I have what I really want
At the end of a wild goose hunt
There is nowhere I need to run
The struggle's ended, and I have won
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To beneat the sea
But the claw will fail
To ever reach me
Born at the end of a broken road
Can't forget how much I've owed
I'll never forget 'til I'm dead or old
All that it took to find the gold
Knowing my way, I'll get around
Some in disgust over what I've done
Some will be proud of what I found
Doesn't really matter, 'cause I've touched the sun
Might just be some commemoration
Or there might be some negociation
I got no time for any of that wastin'
Getting so close to what I'm chasin'
The morning
Shines in your eye
I'm yearning
To touch the sky
But I have what I really want
At the end of a wild goose hunt
There is nowhere I need to run
The struggle's ended, and I have won
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I don't have any of my old comics around, so I made a new one, inspired by TALSF and pretty much anyone on the internet who gets upset about poor grammar. My comics are simple, often using photographs instead of drawings. I have a lot of ideas in my head for comedic skits and I'm sure I can reformat those to fit comics.
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So, yeah. My app.
