I would like to attempt to apply for the role of staff/lore writer (If these are available).
1. My Minecraft Username is xUnfamiliar_, but I prefer to be called by my nickname, Fish.
2. I am currently 13 years old, but despite my younger age I am quite mature, and have had many short stories and poems published.
3. I am applying for the position of Lore Writer, seeing as I have an absolute passion for writing. As I stated earlier in the application, I have entered some contests and gotten my work published before.
4. Some experience I've had is writing story-based RPG games, most of which I have never finished or shared with anyone. I have been a Lore Writer, or other variations of the name, on different servers before, some of which have gone on to become quite popular. Aside from this I do write a lot on my free time, and I feel like this would be a great step to help me pursue my passion.
5. Seeing as the writing software on my computer makes it virtually impossible to share most of my better novels and work, I can only give you a brief introduction of a story I have been working on recently. I wouldn't boast that this is one of my better pieces of work, because the ones I have had published are much better than this one. This is the beginning so far, keep in mind that I have only just started this.
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I knew the darkness before I opened my eyes. I had felt this many times. The familiar pit of betrayal that left a puncture in my heart. I knew this feeling, the silent inferno that blazes inside of me. I felt him waltz around me, his presence oozing with triumph.
He defeated me.
No, he thought he defeated me.
I was love, I was hate, I was anguish and solemnity. I was life, I was death, I was the whispers of breezes in between the tree leaves, carrying them away into the mist. I was light, I was darkness, I was the rushing water of the stream over the rocks, tumbling with soft bubbles over the pebbles.
Yes, I was darkness. A spy, a killer, a traitor. And yet, here I was, the metallic tinge of blood in my mouth, reminding me that I was the one being betrayed this time. This was revenge.
He told me he would get me back, and he did, but I didn't think it was going to be this way. He turned me to this life, the crime, the hate, the shadows, the whispered guilt we all shared. He did forced this onto me, in the form of a choice. They'd look back on me one day and say 'She had a choice'. But I didn't. It wasn't that easy.
And it was for that reason I opened my eyes and picked myself back up, brushing dust and dirt from my jeans. For everyone's trust that I lost, for all the souls I had betrayed and left for the dead.
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