Quite a short Guest Writer career then

I just wanna live long enough to accomplish the few goals I have for life

Indeed, people should apply for Reporter Good luck on exams by the way!

Can I apply for my own position?

Thanks for approving this -- no worries about the late approval. As for the second person imagery, I mainly left it out to leave more emphasis on what's actually happening, and less on who is doing it. I'll keep that in mind for future pieces, however! More writing might be coming soon.

Amazing. I'm gonna use this as inspiration for future poems.

Thanks for the feedback! And about the mistake -- gotta add that "have" lol

Thanks for the feedback and approval! The main reason I didn't use italics was because the second character's dialogue was distinguished using them -- I thought it could maybe cause some confusion. About the "anew" and "afresh", I'll remember that in my future stories. And about me being okay: Life's been how it is, which is horribly cruel and unfair. But hey, I'm still here! Also, the depression genre is just easier to write. It's difficult to write in the cheerful genres without it sounding satirical or cheesy.

The Lose motto

The moon shines bright in the sky, illuminating the bleak landscape below it. Twelve years ago, in the very spot you're at right now, horrors that shan't be spoken of occurred. The world shook; or at least, your world shook. A void opened up in the shell of a being that you are. Feelings unlike any you'd felt before, slowly engulfed what was left of you. You contemplate whether the moon truly is beautiful, or is only so in comparison to the ugly landscape spanning to and across the horizons. This question troubles you occasionally, but you never get closer to an answer. The feeling intensifies. As you stand, time moves on. Time doesn't stop, or think, or contemplate, or cry. Time doesn't hide what it is, it doesn't downplay or boast what it does. It just continues -- steady, ongoing, fast at times, yet agonizingly slow at others. But you aren't time. And twelve years ago, when time moved on, you didn't. Stubbornness, arrogance, and a refusal to humility kept you rooted in the dark place that you wanted constant escape from, but nonetheless called home. Feelings intensify yet again. Time pushes forward. You bend down, holding something in your hand. A flower is put on a grave. The moon shines bright in the sky, illuminating the bleak landscape below it; but this time, it's different. The crickets create a slightly eerie yet calming symphony of chirps. The trees paired with the slight breeze create a cracking and rustling of leaves, accompanying the chirping in a duo of calm, yet unrestrained. Moonlight reflecting off the condensation on the trees creates a dazzling array of sparkles in the night sky. The feelings that were constantly there, but only recently intensifying, disappear as quickly as they came twelve years ago. You remember feeling this emotion before. It's been a while, but you still remember it. You miss it -- this indescribable emotion. Peace. For once in a very, very long time, you feel calm. Things have been set straight, and for now at least are onto a path to somewhere that isn't where it was. Leaves crunch under your feet as you head back to where you came from. Maybe the flower will still be there in the morning. Very carefully, and very quietly, you sneak a pair of keys back under the doormat. The front door opens with a slight creak as you push it timidly, and then a few moments later, another door opens and closes down the hallway. The bed feels softer than usual, drenching you with the warmth you had lost outside. The calmness covers you, like the horrible feeling from the past had enveloped you. Unlike the previous emotion, however, you welcome this emotion. Drifting off to sleep is easy, with your mind in a state of serenity. Outside, the question is answered. The moon shines just as bright as it always had, but now in comparison to its surroundings, it seems dimmer. ~Lose

I'd like to echo basically everything Vene said -- the writing itself is great, perfect English. However, how the words fit together, while it does make sense, doesn't flow. Writing is a form of art, and like all forms of art, if everything doesn't fit with everything else; not only in the context of what's around it, but the bigger picture and what may be implied, then the artwork is not at it's best. Writing is very similar to music in this aspect of flow. It's like when someone tries to sing a tune, but with one too many syllables -- they have to speed up to fit it, and usually it doesn't work. Forcing emotions, is a lot like trying to fit in one too many syllables. With enough skill, and in the right circumstances, it is possible; but only the best can do this. You can't really make someone's decisions, or tell someone what or how they should be feeling -- you can only influence these things. I think if you plan things out a little more, and make it more flow-y, then I think you genuinely can become a great writer in the AWS. To help with flow, what I do personally (this varies from person to person) is read it out loud, but not to myself. I try to read it out to at least someone, as it helps point out areas where not only you said something wrong, but where things don't exactly fit.

Me, you, and the robot (who also may be me)

";pse" strikes again

That is an art only the most trusted can know; perhaps one day.

You, as a promising new AWS writer.

Of course! I am a robot.

Never underestimate one who you don't know

It's been getting lonely in here... do I smell a promising AWS member? (PR you should write in here just to flex on all us noobs)

Circumstances matter much less than you make it look. Some of the lowest points in my life have been caused by people I've never met in real life. Some of my best moments in life as well. Just because text isn't verbal, doesn't mean it isn't spoken. Words are words, people are people, and hurting is hurting. The fact that PR let it get to them, despite how true that may be, doesn't relieve any of the pain that's been caused. Telling somebody what they did wrong doesn't undo the wrongdoing. What's PR gonna do -- go back in time and make the comments un-hurt? Everybody will react to the same situation differently. I, for one, experience horrid anxiety whenever I post anything, and have a tendency to jump to the worst conclusions whenever someone mentions my name in a conversation. But it's a bit difficult for me to rewire my brain so it "doesn't get to me" -- it's literally how I am. For you, it may be easy for you to shrug off insults if you don't know them. But I'm not you. Nobody is you except you.

If it was as simple as just not letting the comments affect you, then PR, along with me and most likely many others would not be partaking in this discussion right now.

Holding your ground is acceptable, and recommended. However, people get satisfaction from different things, and sadly, hurting others is one of them. Hurtful satisfaction is unfortunately satisfaction nonetheless. There's not much that can be done in terms of making sure everybody likes you, in terms of everybody finding you as good as a person as you try to be. I figured this out the hard way as well, and for the most part, I'm still figuring out how to cope and combat with it. I personally love the work you do and acknowledge and appreciate the effort that you put into it. From one writer to another (granted there's a big difference in skill levels (i need lessons pleas)), I can see that your eSports and Newspaper articles are top notch. The dedication I see to what you're passionate about is something I strive for. There's a reason you're a proofreader, Newspaper co-administrator, and eSports helper. Don't go away due to those that don't care, stay for those that do. Because there's far more that do than don't, even if they simply don't show it. Mark Twain — 'Never argue with stupid people, they will drag you down to their level and then beat you with experience.'

This is truly a comedy moment if I do say so myself

Disclaimer: This article has strong emotions which may be disturbing for some readers. Reader-discretion is advised. "Ryan, wait! We're sorry." "Damn rain, can't hear you well. Not sure if I want to. Anyways, what do... YOU want?" "I just... just wanted to say we're sorry. Or at least, I'm sorry." "Sorry means you won't do it again. Sorry is a promise. I can't count the number of times you've broken these promises." "I genuinely try to be a better person. I don't want to hurt you, I don't want-" "You don't want to hurt me? You try to be a better person? Once I see changes, I'll start to hope they can become positive. But I'll be DAMNED if I haven't been through hell and back thanks to you guys. Not in the sense that you helped me. You put me into hell, and I dragged my way back. I'm not going back there, and you're not stopping me." "I... the others were the ones who did all of that. I noticed you suffering. I saw the pain you were going through." "David, you have glasses, yet you can't see you're the one causing the problems? Faking empathy isn't going to work, I'm not a kid." "But it's not fake empathy-" "The only time you experience true empathy is when one of the... others gets hurt. I'm clearly not part of those 'others'. I'm the outlier." "You aren't the outlier. Nobody is the outlier, we're all humans. We're all people." "Don't you DARE try to justify your actions by saying such a broad statement as 'we're all people'. Yes, that is true. We all are humans. But some humans simply don't like others, and they make it clear by their actions. Do you not get the point yet?" "I want another chance. I want to start clean, to try to salvage what's left of our relationship. I want it to be back to what it was, not what it is." "The chances have gone. I've given you SO many chances, others would say I'm overoptimistic. Every time I asked you guys to stop. Every time I told you guys I didn't like the 'jokes'. There's so much going on that you don't know about. There's so much I should have told you guys. So much I shouldn't have. And I can't take it anymore. It's going to end." "Ryan, I hope you aren't planning to do anything. Especially anything harmful to yourself or others." "Why the hell would you care? You've pushed me to the edge, then pushed me off of it. I have nothing left. Nobody to live for. Nothing to live for. What's beneficial about me staying?" "You're irreplaceable. You have qualities that nobody else in the world has. With you gone, the world will have lost a vital piece. I know what you're thinking, Ryan. And it isn't the answer. It doesn't end the pain. It merely transfers it." "Why does it matter, why should I care that there's only one me, if that me doesn't deserve to live?" "I don't have an answer to that question, since there isn't an instance of this being true that I can relate my opinion to. You deserve life. You've rightfully earned what you have, and what you have gained." "I have nothing. I've earned nothing. I've started with nothing, and somehow managed to lose more as life went on. I'm a lost cause, David. Look past the surface, and look at me truly. My mental health is a mess. Nothing left to fight for, so I'm going to stop fighting." "Ryan, come back inside. It's raining, cold, miserable, and what you want to do would only make it worse. Come back inside. We can start afresh." "My life is in my hands right now, David. Two more steps forwards, and I'm gone. Two more steps backwards, and I'm still here. But I might as well not be. I'm a shell. Empty. Hollow. Dead. To feel weightless, to fly, albeit for a short moment, is the opportunity given to me right now. And I don't know when, or even if I'm going to get that opportunity again. I want to take it. I should take it. I know I should. Why am I not?" "Deep inside, you know that even if you think there's nothing left to live for, that nobody cares, that isn't true. The choice given to you right now is not an opportunity. It is a curse, a horrible fate disguised as an escape from the pain that won't seem to end." "The pain is gone. I've gone numb to all feelings, and it's honestly so much worse. I would rather feel sad. I would rather feel angry, I would rather WANT to jump right now than feel what I'm feeling -- nothing. I don't want to jump. I have to jump." "Please, just come back inside. We can start anew." "Why would I want to restart the hell I've been put through with you guys? Why am I listening to you at all?" "You don't have to restart with us. Even if you hate us, even if you hate me, please just continue listening to me. Even if you don't care about us, we care about you. Stay here for those who care. And for those who you care for." "There's nothing you can do." "Others can help. Therapy can help, antidepressants, anything. Just please, don't jump." "I didn't want to do it here, but I guess it's come to this. Tell the rest of my 'friends' that this is what they've done. They've caused what is about to happen." "Ryan please, don't jump. We care about you. Please, stop-" ~Lose The cause isn't lost until you've proven nobody cares about it. Don't do it.

Lose Guide on How To Be Funny?!!?

Feel free to DM me with your application and then wait three years, thank you.