Illiterate to Literate [closed - new instructors hired!]

[wolfie.]

Username: I am the journey wolf. but I prefer to be called journey. xx c:
What You'd Like Help With: semi-lit to lit and developing unique characters, plots, and settings.
Preferred Instructor: Kiro; abandoned.
Activity or Time Zone: I'm not as active as I would like to be. I've been coming on for a small period of time each day, varying from fifteen minutes to an hour or two. There are also days I just won't come on, though I don't really like those days. I am in the Standard Pacific Time Zone.
Sample of Writing: down there, somewhere xx

Stumbling through low-lying branches and trying desperately to fight the pain that rung through her head, the black beast screamed. She fell helplessly to the cold forest floor, the hard ground bruising her in the process. The impact on her side was enough to knock the air from her lungs and leave her breathless for a few dreadful moments. Those seconds allowed her pursuers an advantage that could prove fatal to her. Scrambling back to her feet, the inky black cat-like creature shook the dirt off of her glossy fur and paused to catch her breath, her gaze raking her surroundings warily as she searched for any sign of the animals hunting her. The beast tasted the air with her long, forked tongue. With her jaws parted slightly, she began to move again, the claws on her feet digging into the dirt as she propelled herself away from the spot and picked up speed without a moment of thought. She disappeared into the green jungle foliage, camouflaged by the many shadows.

[zingert12]

I have fallen in love.

Sorry, I just wanted to say that I love what you guys are doing.
I am also happy about the different sites for fonts on the second page.
That has been my only downfall,
Finding the fonts so,
Thank you.
I am pretty sure if,
On this website I wasn't considered advanced lit,
I would ask for help.
Continue the good work.

~zingert12

[abandoned.]

Thank you Zinger!

[lance.]

Username: ~Time~
What You'd Like Help With: Going from semi-literate to literate, being more detailed, that sort of thing.
Preferred Instructor: Kiro; Smamm; abandoned.
Activity or Time Zone: I live in Arkansas, so whatever time zone that is, but I'm on at all sorts of odd hours~
Sample of Writing:
Intro Post~~

The Doctor

The Doctor fiddled with three very bright, and probably very dangerous wires, attempting to fix a problem he really hadn't yet worked out. The TARDIS buzzed in his head, telling him very clearly that he was doing that wrong. "No, no, I know exactly what I am doing, thank you." The TARDIS protested, and he grinned. "Well, alright. Almost exactly what I am doing." He frowned. "Oh, fine then. I have absolutely no idea what I am doing, and hoping this works. Happy now?" he complained grumpily, standing up and dusting himself off begore walking back up to the top of the control platform, grabbing at the controls. "Alright, how about we-" A sudden jolt from the TARDIS cut him off, as he was forced to cling to the console to avoid falling over. He waited until the TARDIS landed, leaping to his feet that second and rushing to the doors. "Now, what could have possibly dragged us this far off course?" he mused, opening the doors and stepping outside. "Hmm...Looks like Earth, smells like earth...And yet..." He began muttering to himself, rubbing his chin as he looked around him. He had landed in an alley, dark and slightly smelly, the TARDIS humming unhappily behind him. "Shh, I know," he muttered absently, turning around to get a better look at his location.

Regular Post~~

ƒєηяιѕ

Fenris kept his nose in the air, the tip of his long fluffy tail twitching behind him, the only visible sign of his agitation. The smell of humans was in the air, the smoke from their guns wafting through the air and mixin with the already uncomftorable smell coating the woods. He was walking quietly, Arapaho following close behind, when a loud bang like thunder tore the air. The brute dropped to the ground, his ears flat, when Arapahos voice tore through the air. Ears pricked, he stood and turned toward her. His eyes lite up when he saw the deer at her paws, and he hurried over. "Grab the neck," he commanded, sinking his teeth into the deers back flank, and waited for her to grab the neck so they could take off.

[rose;]

Zinger, that's very kind of you ^^
And if you need help with something, don't hesitate to ask. Even if you are considered literate, there's probably still took for improvement, and at least one of instructors will probably be able to help.

Time, I would take you, but you'd hate me for slow responses >.<

[abandoned.]

Woah, we're suddenly getting more students again xD

@Time & Journey: I'll take you two in as long as you don't mind super slow replies for a month or so >.<

[zingert12]

Thanks Rose, but at the moment I am currently out of my inspiration due to college essays so nothing I would write would be the best. However, if I ever need help with a post layout I will defiantly come here for help.

[wolfie.]

Woah, we're suddenly getting more students again xD

@Time & Journey: I'll take you two in as long as you don't mind super slow replies for a month or so >.<

XD That's fine, I'm not on frequently this time of year anyways. Too much school. Slow replies won't be a bother. c:

[Gone~~]

Username: ~Icemoon~
What You'd Like Help With: Animal roleplays, Growing Users from Illiterate to Semi-Literate+, Character descriptions. Basically, I need help becoming more detailed.
Preferred Instructor: Preferably change;
Activity or Time Zone: I usually get on every day or every other day. My time zone is Eastern,
Sample of Writing: Er... because I'm too lazy to type something up, I'll just post a paragraph from a story I started a while ago.

The soft light that filtered into the lair was abruptly cut off. Acting almost without thinking, Ixvala snatched the staff in her forepaw and whipped around, hissing. A huge male Wraithwing stood blocking the lair entrance, wings spread out threateningly. Ixvala’s first emotion was one of fear. But as she inspected the Wraithwing more closely, she realized he was old. Very old. His scales, once a majestic blue, were dull and scratched. Long, whiskery tendrils sprouted from his chin and under his eyes, which were so filmy she couldn’t tell what color they were – Green, maybe? Hazel? But his wings were the most tell-tale sign of his age. The wide wings of Wraithwings were usually fairly ragged – but this one’s wings in absolutely horrible shape. The webbing was very thin, and stretched taut over long bones – some of which were broken. They were tattered at the edges and full of holes, many of which looked singed around the edges. Ixvala absently wondered if he had flown through a storm of live embers. It was a wonder he could even fly! Then, she realized with a start, he probably couldn’t. She knew Wraithwings were masters of stealth: not only in air, but on land and in water, too.

Uh, yeah. I'm personally mortified at how lame the Wraithwing's description is.

[city;]

OMG. Zingert. Thanks. :} glad you like it here.


Coolio. I'll take you for all, Ice. PM me. It may be a little while to ought before I reply -pokes sig- So, be patient and I won't ignore you.