Username:
► ѕтorмcloυd ◄
What You'd Like Help With:
character development, form, coding and going from semi-lit to lit, plot development
Preferred Instructor:
Sam, asian to the knee, city girl and anyone else!
Activity or Time Zone:
Well, I'm in the eastern time zone and I'm on everyday for about 2-3 hours after school (5:00) on and off.
Sample of Writing:
I'm feeling museful, so I can give you a human sample and a cat sample.
Human-
eyes opening, a pair of cerulean orbs could be easily spotted. there was nothing different to the boy, except for his secret. he was like no other average human, he wasn't human in fact. see, he was just stronger, faster, better. yes, indeed he was the classic werewolf. no it wasn't like the one were he couldn't control it, he could do it anytime, and still have grasp on his conciseness.
he blinked, and looked around in the darkness, his far skin glowing. then he stepped out into the moonlight. it wasn't very cold for the seventeen year-old, since it was i the middle of winter. then with a crack of the next, he sprinted forward. the two security guards were armed, but that was no match to his strength and speed. knocking then down, he heard the two bodies drop from the impact. then punching the glass door, it shattered. when he entered the building, the alram when off and he ran, before all the guards came.
when he came to the vault he took out the gun he had stolen from the guards and shot it. the holes made it much easier to open. when he opened it, he could hear the footsteps of the men, rushing to him. sean quickly got his large duffel bag out and grabbed as much money as he could. when the men arrived, he had already gotten enough. then as the men got out there guns and surrounded him, he gave a sly grin and put the bag in his mouth.
the men gave him a confused look and gave a glance at each other. sean turned, his white fur gleaming. their eyed widened, to shocked to shoot. he ran out, a few men ducking for cover. not looking back, he ran as fast as he could into the forest.
soon getting a respectable distance and turned back, he didn't even break is sweat. see sean has experience in these kinds of things. he was somewhat of a badboy. then sitting on the ground, leaning on a tree he counted his money.
Cat-
Peering out the window, the small gray tabby kept his glowing yellow eyes slit. He was sure to be punished if he were caught. Then he jumped down from the fuzzy post and scanned the area. Silently, Drift made is way to the back door, his paw-steps light on the hard-wood floor. The tom soon looked up to the white wooded door. The silver door-knob was no challenge to him. But what was, was keeping quiet. With a giant leap of his hind legs his paws slid on the cold metal and twisted it with ease. A crack opened of the door as he landed on four paws. There was a thump that shook though the house, but nothing quite loud enough to wake his owners.
Drift trotted out the door, chest up and tail straight up. This was one of the rare occasions were the young tom had successfully escaped the house. He walked down the steps and smiled at the dew all over the grass. Drift was one of those cats who loved dew, the feeling and the smell. Bounding to the grass, his claws unsheathed to feel the cold ground. As soon as he touched the ground he sighed contently. The gray tabby was never a house cat, he was more wild, of course he was part wild cat. His father was a warrior, his mother told him that. She explained to him, all of ways of the warriors, and when the two fell in love and had a kit, him and his mother had to return to the two-legs. He ached to vist to forest just once but, the large fence, beyond what he jump or climb, barricaded the backyard.
You can give me any criticism!
