pbro wrote:

jromagnoli wrote:

pbro wrote:

there's stickies but after them are the messages with the blue dots.

Those are other topics that have to be bumped.

What do you mean have to,like after one time of bumping the dot stays they're forever?

No, I mean, those are other topics that you haven't posted in, they also can be bumped by the people who run the topic.
It's kinda confusing.

Bump!

@smartcutecandy,I think the reason why nobody is taking orders,is because they think this is just for writing needs not reviews or art.Maybe except for saying “all your writing needs”,you can say “all your needs”.

pbro wrote:

@smartcutecandy,I think the reason why nobody is taking orders,is because they think this is just for writing needs not reviews or art.Maybe except for saying “all your writing needs”,you can say “all your needs”.

Ok! I'll also try advertising in writing studios.

Bump!

Why are teddy bears never hungry?

because they are always stuffed!
Ba BUMP tss

They're was this similar pun.I think it was
Why don't turkey's eat on thanksgiving.
Because they're always stuffed.

Username: Candylanguagegirl

What job do you want(artist, writer): Writer. (Is reviewer an option? If so, I'd like to apply for that, too. I noticed it was a job in the OP, but you didn't mention whether you were hiring or not, so…)
EDIT: oh, I just saw you said you weren't hiring more than two per job, so that would rule out reviewer. XD forget I said that.

Link to previous work(if you're applying to be a writer I'd like a small story, and if you're applying to be an artist I'd like some past art ): Oy. Note- I don't like to publish my work on scratch (or anywhere else online, really), mostly because I have so few short stories that I deem acceptable. (While they're all technically appropriate for all ages, most of them are also kind of graphic, death-and-dying pieces that I don't want to risk the alert on. I've also submitted a few to magazines, and I'm not sure if the CC license is going to mess with the magazine publishing, so those don't go on here either. Basically this is a really long way of saying that finding something could take a while…
Oooh, I know, I'll give you that one scene…

Okie-doke, so this is a scene from a longer story that'll probably wind up at about 6 pages.
I am flying. I'm high up, far above the earth, higher than I've ever been before. I look down and see the houses, neatly lined up like beads on a bracelet. Cars parade around like little ants, carrying important packages in their mouths.
The wind tickles through my hair. I'm cold and just a little damp. The clouds stick to me like melty marshmallow, but I don't care. I feel so free, so alive.
The oh-so-familiar tug pulls on me, and my soul plummets back down to the ground. My eyes open and I find myself lying outstretched in my backyard. I instinctively look over, hoping that maybe he's there, that maybe this time is different. But it isn't. It's been four years and I still can't stop looking. I have to face the truth. He's never coming back.

How active will you be(1-10): Depends. I'll probably finish short projects (0-7 min) within around 3 hours or less of them being posted. (Yes, I am on scratch that much. Yes, it is pathetic.) Bigger projects (around 8+ min) might take me more like 8 or 9 hours, or knowing me I'd probably just procrastinate until somebody else does them. What I can promise is that I'll read all of the new posts on this thread consistently.

Following the thread: Yeppers!

Anything else you want to tell us: I can't think of anything rn.

Wow, that was long. Sorry 'bout that.

Candylanguagegirl wrote:

Username: Candylanguagegirl

What job do you want(artist, writer): Writer. (Is reviewer an option? If so, I'd like to apply for that, too. I noticed it was a job in the OP, but you didn't mention whether you were hiring or not, so…)

Link to previous work(if you're applying to be a writer I'd like a small story, and if you're applying to be an artist I'd like some past art ): Oy. Note- I don't like to publish my work on scratch (or anywhere else online, really), mostly because I have so few short stories that I deem acceptable. (While they're all technically appropriate for all ages, most of them are also kind of graphic, death-and-dying pieces that I don't want to risk the alert on. I've also submitted a few to magazines, and I'm not sure if the CC license is going to mess with the magazine publishing, so those don't go on here either. Basically this is a really long way of saying that finding something could take a while…
Oooh, I know, I'll give you that one scene…

Okie-doke, so this is a scene from a longer story that'll probably wind up at about 6 pages.
I am flying. I'm high up, far above the earth, higher than I've ever been before. I look down and see the houses, neatly lined up like beads on a bracelet. Cars parade around like little ants, carrying important packages in their mouths.
The wind tickles through my hair. I'm cold and just a little damp. The clouds stick to me like melty marshmallow, but I don't care. I feel so free, so alive.
The oh-so-familiar tug pulls on me, and my soul plummets back down to the ground. My eyes open and I find myself lying outstretched in my backyard. I instinctively look over, hoping that maybe he's there, that maybe this time is different. But it isn't. It's been four years and I still can't stop looking. I have to face the truth. He's never coming back.

How active will you be(1-10): Depends. I'll probably finish short projects (0-7 min) within around 3 hours or less of them being posted. (Yes, I am on scratch that much. Yes, it is pathetic.) Bigger projects (around 8+ min) might take me more like 8 or 9 hours, or knowing me I'd probably just procrastinate until somebody else does them. What I can promise is that I'll read all of the new posts on this thread consistently.

Following the thread: Yeppers!

Anything else you want to tell us: I can't think of anything rn.

Wow, that was long. Sorry 'bout that.

I think there is no reviewer spots,but at least we have a writer.If the manager let's you in which @smartcutecandy probably will.“Like melty marshmallow”,thats a alliteration,and simile right?It's also tasty .

pbro wrote:

I think there is no reviewer spots,but at least we have a writer.If the manager let's you in which @smartcutecandy probably will.“Like melty marshmallow”,thats a alliteration,and simile right?It's also tasty .

Yeah, I guess it is a bit of an alliteration! I never really thought about that, I just like the way the word “melty” rolls off the tongue.

Username: Alida7232
What job do you want(artist, writer): Writer
Link to previous work: Here's a copy of part of a story/poem I wrote fairly recently:

The wind whistles in my ears. I am falling. Down, down, down. Plummeting to the ocean beneath me. Stretched out like a painter’s canvas. Tight and hard. I know there will be no mercy when at last I reach the waves. No hand to hold, no one to save me. I will be alone, all alone in the sea. The sea. The thought stirs something in me.
Her eyes. Deep and blue, so full of mirth. But that was long ago. Or was it. I stop to think about it. No, it was not long ago that I was by her side, listening to her voice, her perfect voice.
A voice like a thousand chimes, all ringing in harmony. No two were the same. Her melodies washed over me like the gentle waves that will not be so kind when at last I reach them. Wait for me. I breathe to the air. Wait for me, Layalah. My love. My eternal rose, daughter of joy. Wait for me when at last I fall. For you, you will remain… I break off. No. It cannot be true.
They said I did it. They said they had evidence. Why would I do such a thing? Why would I do that to my Layalah? But my pleas fell deaf against their ears. They said that there was no way I couldn’t have done it. I was the only one for miles. Confess, they said. Confess and we’ll make it less. Make the pain stop. How could I confess to murdering her? I know I didn’t do it. Perhaps it was foolish, but I denied it. Or did I. Maybe it was not denial but the truth.
I know I didn’t do it. Even though I… I don’t remember. I was with her, and it was the most glorious thing on Earth or in Heaven. We were wandering into a field of flowers, and I picked one for her. That was all. Then I was in the trial where… it happened. The cold, celestial metal encircled my wrists and feet. Then it began. First they gave my name. Not just what they call… had called me, but my name. Gadriel of Night’s First Star, Watcher in the Sky, Archangel.
They told me that I had done it. They said they had evidence, but neither I saw no such thing nor heard any tell of it. It took less than a rotation to decide my sentence. Angelic trials always go for at least three rotations. How could it have been fair? It was not right.
I was lead to the gates. Confess, they said, Confess and we can make it better. Just admit you did it. I shook my head. I was already falling. The gleaming blade was raised.
I sank to my knees, weak with pain. They were gone. I reached my hand backwards as if I could still feel them. Nothing but empty air. Then they did it. I was cast out. And here I am. Falling. Down, down, down.
The waves grow closer. I can almost see the spray of froth they send up towards me. The mist kisses my broken body. I shut my eyes and brace for impact.

How active will you be(1-10): I'll be on for at least an hour a day, usually in the mornings. I'll respond and complete orders within 24 hours at most, usually before then.
Following the thread: Yep!
Anything else you want to tell us: I really hope you consider me!

Bump!

Alida7232 wrote:

Username: Alida7232
What job do you want(artist, writer): Writer
Link to previous work: Here's a copy of part of a story/poem I wrote fairly recently:

The wind whistles in my ears. I am falling. Down, down, down. Plummeting to the ocean beneath me. Stretched out like a painter’s canvas. Tight and hard. I know there will be no mercy when at last I reach the waves. No hand to hold, no one to save me. I will be alone, all alone in the sea. The sea. The thought stirs something in me.
Her eyes. Deep and blue, so full of mirth. But that was long ago. Or was it. I stop to think about it. No, it was not long ago that I was by her side, listening to her voice, her perfect voice.
A voice like a thousand chimes, all ringing in harmony. No two were the same. Her melodies washed over me like the gentle waves that will not be so kind when at last I reach them. Wait for me. I breathe to the air. Wait for me, Layalah. My love. My eternal rose, daughter of joy. Wait for me when at last I fall. For you, you will remain… I break off. No. It cannot be true.
They said I did it. They said they had evidence. Why would I do such a thing? Why would I do that to my Layalah? But my pleas fell deaf against their ears. They said that there was no way I couldn’t have done it. I was the only one for miles. Confess, they said. Confess and we’ll make it less. Make the pain stop. How could I confess to murdering her? I know I didn’t do it. Perhaps it was foolish, but I denied it. Or did I. Maybe it was not denial but the truth.
I know I didn’t do it. Even though I… I don’t remember. I was with her, and it was the most glorious thing on Earth or in Heaven. We were wandering into a field of flowers, and I picked one for her. That was all. Then I was in the trial where… it happened. The cold, celestial metal encircled my wrists and feet. Then it began. First they gave my name. Not just what they call… had called me, but my name. Gadriel of Night’s First Star, Watcher in the Sky, Archangel.
They told me that I had done it. They said they had evidence, but neither I saw no such thing nor heard any tell of it. It took less than a rotation to decide my sentence. Angelic trials always go for at least three rotations. How could it have been fair? It was not right.
I was lead to the gates. Confess, they said, Confess and we can make it better. Just admit you did it. I shook my head. I was already falling. The gleaming blade was raised.
I sank to my knees, weak with pain. They were gone. I reached my hand backwards as if I could still feel them. Nothing but empty air. Then they did it. I was cast out. And here I am. Falling. Down, down, down.
The waves grow closer. I can almost see the spray of froth they send up towards me. The mist kisses my broken body. I shut my eyes and brace for impact.

How active will you be(1-10): I'll be on for at least an hour a day, usually in the mornings. I'll respond and complete orders within 24 hours at most, usually before then.
Following the thread: Yep!
Anything else you want to tell us: I really hope you consider me!

There are no writer spots left sadly, but it is smartcutecandy's decision.

There are two empty spots (max spot for a job is two right now) for writers so I guess both of you can join!Where's smartcutecandy anyway?

Oh. Well, is there anything else I can do? I really love this idea and want to be a part of it.

Alida7232 wrote:

Oh. Well, is there anything else I can do? I really love this idea and want to be a part of it.

There are

Alida7232 wrote:

Oh. Well, is there anything else I can do? I really love this idea and want to be a part of it.

Sorry, I misread that, there are writer spots open, but not reviewer spots.

Username: Agirkala
What job do you want(artist, writer): Writer
Link to previous work: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1vcyf8rN8sd8eWOQtwFcYs8BJKvHAGh-Av0e0T1NdXlc/edit?usp=sharing
How active will you be(1-10): 8/10
Following the thread: Yes
Anything else you want to tell us: no
NOTE: Please don't be upset if I do not hire you. Try again soon, and we might re-consider you.
alright

Why is everyone joining in the same hour,are all three of you friends or something?Or is it just a coincidence?

pbro wrote:

Why is everyone joining in the same hour,are all three of you friends or something?Or is it just a coincidence?

Just a coincidence

pbro wrote:

Why is everyone joining in the same hour,are all three of you friends or something?Or is it just a coincidence?

I'm wondering too.