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((I forgot my writing sample... sorry, and here we go.))
Writing sample: There were no stars, but as Shilo craned her neck up to stare at the roiling clouds, she really couldn’t complain. Crouched on her balcony, above the streetlights and illuminated only by the humming glow of the rotating sky-billboards, Shy was grateful for any light –or, in this case, lack thereof- that would conceal her. She didn’t know what had brought her out that night; usually it took some sort of particularly interesting insect or grating offense from her father to pull her out into the cold air. Tonight there was nothing so captivating, the keening, recorded voice of Pavi Largo echoing-hollow from the sky into the alleys below. This world, the cold, breezy silence below, pulled a taut, prickling wire through Shy’s muscles, making her shiver with the anticipation of the streets, of feeling the crunch of broken glass and gravel beneath her boots, of living. She shook her thick black hair out of her eyes, letting the ache of longing spread through her chest. This world had killed her mother, had filled her father with terror. This world had shut her away. And yet she had never wanted anything more in her life. She could feel her pulse growing faster, thicker, with the passing minutes, and knew that soon she would have to go back inside to the tiny green pills that kept her alive. Godammit. There was no sense in waiting any longer. Turning slowly, reluctantly, Shy crept back into her room and closed the door, shutting everything out. Gimme