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Wait am I a member of the writers club yet liam? Not sure XD

Yes you are.

I would like to join as a writer, here is a sample of my work
(I don't know if this counts a great writers app, but if it doesn't i will post something different)
http://www.planetminecraft.com/blog/lies-ch1/

I would like to join as a writer, here is a sample of my work
(I don't know if this counts a great writers app, but if it doesn't i will post something different)
http://www.planetminecraft.com/blog/lies-ch1/

It can count. I loved that story, it was really cool. Can't wait for chapter 2.

Hey guys I'm working on a new series called Tales Of The Graveyard. It is about random scary stories that are told in my rural town. The stories are told in a first person view and there is a creepy picture to make it creepier!
Link: http://www.planetminecraft.com/blog/tal ... he-pocket/

Hey guys. I just realized that I haven't posted anything about my story so. Here goes.
Iv'e just released chapter 4 in my series. Here's the link: http://www.planetminecraft.com/blog/survival-apocalypse-chapter-4/

Don't worry if you haven't read any of the other chapters, there is a little box containing a link to all the chapters.

The second story of my series and I actually visited this place when I was 10.
http://www.planetminecraft.com/blog/tal ... ch-cellar/

Great Writer application!
Teaser: As the glimmering sun faded lazily over the horizon, Steve tore his gilded hatchet from the redwood he had been chopping. He gazed in agitation as the silvery light of the moon began to bathe the forest in an eerie glow. They would come, he was sure of it. He could already hear the deadly clinking of bones, the rattling hisses of the spiders. Panic filled him like water, he could feel the fear and terror welling up within. Ghostly moans of pain floated through the crisp air of the night. As the guttural zombie groans reached his ears, his head cleared, and his heart filled with steel determination. The clicking and clacking of bones grew closer, and an arrow whizzed past his head. The hunt was on. He ran, whipping through branches and bushes, the steel points of arrows impaling in trunks inches from his head. A tall, midnight black figure leapt at him from behind a tree, eerie purple smoke drifting from it's hide. He felt it's talons graze his shoulder, leaving a stinging cut. Blood trickled as he ran, leaving a crimson trail in his wake. A spider dropped like chain lightning from the foliage, clamping it's salivating fangs around Steve's forearm.

He fell into a roll, feeling grim satisfaction as the spiders frail body crunched under him. He winced as he surveyed the oozing puncture marks in his arm. Poisoned, but treatment would have to wait. He continued his lung searing sprint. He burst out of the woods at record speed, taking a pond in his stride. A mountain loomed overhead, a good place to get his bearings. Exhausted, he jogged to the peak. He could see the welcoming torchlight of his house, and relaxed. Too soon. As he glanced fleetingly over his shoulder, he feared for his life. A score of vile creatures shot from the undergrowth, scaling the mountain upon which he stood. Spiders, with the hair bristling on their lengthy legs, fixed their gleaming red eyes upon him, letting him know that he would be their next meal. Skeleton archers notched arrows to their bows, drawing back the strings to their bony jawlines.

Zombies stumbled ever onward, moaning and dripping blood, their reek arousing fear in Steve like he had never known. He was going to make it home, he had to. But panic rose inside him as he realised that the only way to descend the mountain was through the bloodthirsty mob. In an act of desperation, he drew his sword. It was three feet long, iron, with a deep blood channel and a leather wrapped hilt. A diamond was set into the pommel stone. Every two inches down the length of the shining blade was a spike, curved towards the tip in a wicked point, progressively smaller the farther away from the handle. As Steve pulled the blade from his scabbard, he felt courage flow through him. He took up a battle stance, and as the first zombie lumbered within reach, swung the blade in a crescent moon. The undead warrior collapsed to the ground in two. Feeling reckless, Steve charged the army as bloodlust turned his vision to crimson. He plunged his blade through a spider, and tore it out as the arachnid fell to the earth. He then spun to face behind him, his blade crunching the ribs of a skeleton. He expertly hooked the spikes of his sword around it's spine, and as he twirled, flung the shattered bones of the archer into the oncoming mob. He bellowed a battle cry, thrusting his weapon deep through a zombies belly. He whipped it out in a semicircle, flicking blood into the eyes of his enemies. He was going to triumph, he knew it. As he slashed downwards with the force of a moving train, cleaving several undead in half, he froze. He had seen a flash of green behind him, but no, it had to be an illusion. It couldn't be- "SssssSSsss..." The creeper stepped forwards. Steve was petrified. Just at the last second, he came to his senses and bolted for the edge of the cliff. The sun was just peaking up behind the trees, and the undead monsters would burn. But the creeper would remain. As he peered over the sickening drop to the bottom of the cliff, looking for water, he saw none. But as the creeper came closer, he knew that all the water in the world couldn't save him from his fate. There is no evading destiny. A sharp hiss began behind him. He dove over the edge of the mountain, twisting around and piercing the rocks with his blade. As it skidded through the stony mountainside, dislodging pebbles and dirt, his fall slowed. He saw the head of the creeper peering down at him, daring him to fight. He swallowed down his fear, vaulting up over his sword and pulling it from the rock. As he fell, unprotected, he cast the sword upwards. It impaled the creeper, causing it to stagger backwards, then tumbling, rolling down the cliff and coming to a rest at the bottom with Steve's sword in it's head. Steve felt strangely at peace as he fell, and then he smacked the bottom with a sickening thump. His broken body stared at the sunrise as his eyes glazed over. Tribute to a brave warrior, Steve had fallen.

**EDIT: I wrote this a while back, not my best work. Don't know if this is good enough to make me a great writer, unfortunately.

Hey guys, thanks so much for all the views and great stories. I would ask of you to do one thing. Can you guys have a quick read of this http://www.planetminecraft.com/blog/alchemy-for-the-new-minecrafter-ep-1-minetorials/. It will help me so much, I would love to hear feedback!

I just wrote down my third story. And I heard it from my friend while playing TF2.
Link: http://www.planetminecraft.com/blog/tal ... -the-mind/

Spoiler

Ignise and Umbra

Chapter 1: The legend of Wyverne

Welcome, today I would like to tell you the story of the old town of Wyverne and the curse of the Drakons

Long before new Equestria was founded and neither Luna nor Celestia were born, ponies led a much different life. There were many villages, communities that kept themselves to themselves. The land of Old Equestria was ruled over by Nix and her husband Aether, this royal duo shielded the citizens from the chaos in the west and kept them moderately happy.

In the north east of Old Equestria once lay a quiet village, its name: Wyverne. The village was home to over half of the population’s unicorns however it was also home to the moon cave, were the Drakons lived. Due to the attacks this brought, Nix gave the town magical protection and they lived in peace for many many years. However one day something rare happened, something unexpected and hitherto happened, a Pegasus was born in the town of unicorns. The parents of the unfortunate foal were shocked beyond belief, two unicorns could not have a child who was a Pegasus, or so they believed. (It is now common knowledge that this is possible as long as there is a Pegasus somewhere in your family tree). Fearing the retribution that would inevitably occur if their child was noticed, the two parents hid their child away, the only pony who ever met the sorry foal before the towns demise was the Aetherian priest who christened the foal. As he grew up, the colt was taught either by his parents or the priest, and because of this he was taught a very biased version of the history of their land, for example he was taught that the pegasi were a warlike race (which is true) and were responsible for nearly every war in Equestria. He delighted in this, he abhorred the unicorn magic which he was unable to perform but still forced to learn, he often imagined himself, flying into battle clad in armour, striking down his enemies, many of which seemed to have the faces of his parents.

So his childhood dragged on, lonely in a land which was strange to his nature. He often tried to make friends, flying out of an open window and attempting conversation with the nearest foal that caught his eye, however all the foals in town had long been taught not to trust a Pegasus and either ignored him or asked him politely to leave them be. It was on days like this that he would experiment with the weather, creating storm clouds and making them rain on a random Unicorn. It was on one such day the disaster was set in motion.

Wyverne was built on the side of a mountain, with a cliff behind it and impassable walls caressing it, the gate was a giant iron monstrosity that took several minutes to open. At the back of the fortress town, at the base of the cliff was a cave. The moon cave. It was deep and dark, the foul stench of death floated out of the cave. It was filled with drakons.
The entire drakons population of Equestria resided in that forsaken hole.

On one particularly rainy day a certain Pegasus noticed a drakons by the cave. It was obviously a child, no bigger than the nursery ponies, and it was crying. “Are you o.k.?”
“No, my brothers are cruel to me”.
“Is there nothing I can do?”
“No. But....”
“What?”
“Will you stay and talk?”
“Of course!”

So forth began the friendship of the outcasts. The Pegasus and the drakon met every day, they shared food and stories, told each other everything they knew.
The Pegasus could never know he was being betrayed
.One day, a lovely summer’s Sunday, the drakon asked how the town was protected, the Pegasus, naive beyond hope, told him everything. How Nix’s protection worked, how powerful it was and, most importantly, where the weak points where.

The drakon, no longer able to hide his nature, roared with triumph and swiped at the Pegasus before retreating into Moon cave, an evil glint in his eyes.

Reeling in pain and shock, the Pegasus fled to a high cloud, his tears mingling with the blood from his left leg.

Night fell on Wyverne. Everything was as normal, until the drakons attacked.
No pony survived, no pony was spared. Except two ponies. The Pegasus with the black coat on the high clouds and a young filly unicorn who was rescued by a traveller, she never remembered that day.

Nix saw the destruction, she was horrified and she was not allowed to help. Instead she diverted her anger on the Pegasus.

The Pegasus saw the full anger of a vengeful deity descend upon him.

“THIS DESTRUCTION IS OF YOUR DESIGN!”
“I swear, it’s not my fault!”
“ENOUGH, FOR YOUR SINS I WILL CURSE YOU. FROM THIS DAY FORTH YOU SHALL GUARD THE GATES OF THIS BLASTED PLACE, YOU WILL NOT LEAVE UNTIL THE DAY THE DRAKONS ARE DESTROYED”


Disorientated the Pegasus stood, in armour, in front of the iron gates of Wyverne, a dark spear at his side. He has been there since.

Ten years later, roughly ten miles away, a Unicorn was being taught the legend of her old home.

Can someone criticize my story?
Warning: contains pony's / Pony related content.

I would love to join. Here are my stories.

http://www.planetminecraft.com/blog/themoons-adventures
http://www.planetminecraft.com/blog/the ... res-part-2
http://www.planetminecraft.com/blog/the ... res-part-3
http://www.planetminecraft.com/blog/the-package

Why hello there writers. I have some news for you so have a read.

1. We are almost at 1000 views! Thanks so much guys! You all rule!

2. I have a little 'map' project going on at the moment. The map is based off my story series "Survival Apocalypse". If you want to get a e-letter containing the update guide, send me a PM with your e-mail adress.

Thanks a bunch guys I have enjoyed reading all your storys but sadly I will be going back to High School in three days. But hey, I can tell my english teacher about all the amazing stories I've been sent through! So staff be ready to get extra busy. If you want to apply for staff just go back to page 1 and have a read of the section called staff. I have tried to read all of your stories but if I haven't and neither have the staff just keep reminding us! Thanks again guys.

-Liam55136