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wahmbulance NOTE: Just because the shop is based on animal-themed writing, I can write about whatever theme/topic/characters you give me. ^_- wahmbulance
Stories
*about your avatar, your OC, a plot you made up or whatever you like!*
+ short (1-3 pages)
+ medium (4-5 pages)
+ long (6 or more pages)
Poetry
*same guidelines as stories. I ALWAYS DO RHYMING. i just like it better. x3*
+ haiku
+ quatrains (stanzas of 4 lines.
MOST COMMON.)
+ shakespearian sonnet (14 lines= abab, cdcd, efef, gg)
Other
*have a different writing need? look here!*
+ description for something [like a mini shop] (1 paragraph-1 page in length)
+ anything you couldn't find in poetry or story
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Here's an example of some of my writing. Not very long and not my best, but I hope you can see that I'm not too much of a screw up writer.
A bloody battle tore him apart.
And now a bloody battle was about to put him back together.
Soren dug his paws further into the dark, moist soil. It was nearly midnight, and a thin layer of clouds covered the pale, glowing moon. The air was brisk, as if the earth itself knew what was about to take place. No birds dare chirp to upset the eerie silence of the battlefield. It was ironic how Soren noticed everything around him, but failed to notice what he was getting himself into. His paws began to knead the ground, an unusual habit he picked up as a pup. What a different time that was.
Six other wolves stood the same at his side, their fur bristled and their fangs bared. Soren dipped his head towards his chest, listening in on his breathing patterns. Inhale, sputter of erratic wheezing, exhale. His muscles, small as they may be, were beginning to shake. His condition could not be held much longer.
Relief came in the form of a howl.
Soren lunged forward with the rest of his pack. The call had been made, and his body could not resist the overwhelming feeling of excitement inside him. His lunge, meant to be fear-inducing, transformed into a dog-like prance as he raced towards the rival pack. They ran towards him. He could almost taste the enemy blood in his young mouth.
