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Username: Funtimefoxyimpostor3
Pinglist?: Kiwi14
Genre of writing?: Fiction. xD Not sure what else Yet.
Are you here to improve your writing skills or to Criticize?: Both.
Extra (anything else you want to say): Meh.

Username: Scoutwolf
Pinglist?: sure, why not
Genre of writing?: I've tried a bit of everything, though I really like fantasy or paranormal stuff.
Are you here to improve your writing skills or to Criticize?: A bit of both, I think.
Extra (anything else you want to say): Beep boop (robot for 'hi')

So many people, I'm not sure whether to be happy or scared of your criticizing skills xD

Ok ok... your all welcome!

Foxy... um... you do know the pinglist is not my username right xD... I mean I guess it is now =P

Scout I send you a beep boop of the boppity beep!

Miroh, when you say not to call you anything but certain names, it really makes me want to give you a nickname xD. Anyways I'm insecure too... but not at the same time =P

Larkien for a second I thought you where describing me in the extras xD. I am bad at writing good long things, so now I just started doing things called snippets (story that is short and random), you should try it *nods*

Xedite... welp time to get all my work criticized by the master of criticism ;P... I'm joking or am I *evil laugh*?

Already putting in some writing, because I must be the firrrssstttttt. Did this snippet yesterday, if you can figure out what it's about please tell me because I have no idea =P

A Walk

"Come on slow poke," My brother, Francis, called to me as he offered me a hand.
I was trying to climb out a window, not doing a great job. I sighed, taking his hand as he pulled me to a ledge across from the open window. The crazy wind ruffled my hair and made it go in my face, not helping me see in the dark. I balanced next to my brother, putting a hand down on the dirty rotting wood I was crouching on.
"Are you sure this is safe," I asked, feeling the wood creak under me, making my heart race in my chest.
"I've done this a million times," Francis pointed out, though that did not make me feel better, "And it hasn't broken yet."
I nodded, swallowing nervously as I looked at the moon above me, which glowed softly in the sky. I looked to the path we where going, a rocky path that led into the woods. My brother grabbed the metal pole nearby, using it as a ladder of sorts as he climbed down. I hesitantly followed, grabbing the pole. It felt cold and smooth in my hand, jolting me awake even though I wasn't tired. I slid down, feeling it wobble a bit, which sent my heart racing again.
"Come on," Francis told me like I didn't already know, "I don't want to miss it."
I nodded, wiping my dirty hands on my pants before following him down the stone path. We walked into the forest, where I could hear owls hooting and wolves howling at the moon. I shivered a bit at the could, following Francis at a quick pace. I blinked at the sudden bright light, we where here! A tree that had glowing fireflies flying around it, making the area glow in a beautiful way. I let out a happy sigh, sitting down to enjoy the view for the night.
The End

Now I must think of nickname, though my brain is trying to tell me Fox-Trot is a good nickname... like come on brain! It does depend, like if I call you eel... that would be very weird xD... I'll be quiet now =P