Hello all. My name is Wesley, but you may feel free to refer to me by my username on here. "SlayGuy" is a variation on a nickname I had in high school, and the "138" part is a reference to an album by one of my favorite bands. I am 19 years of age and currently on summer break following my first year at college in New England. Next semester I'll be taking a course on creative writing. I've always had a tendency be observant, perhaps too much so. This, in combination with a passion for language and (what I consider to be, at least) an eclectic arsenal of a vocabulary, contributes to what others have called "a gift for word pictures". Please forgive me if I come off as a pretentious braggart in describing myself. My passion for writing was kick-started by my 3rd grade teacher, who I remember as a quirky firebrand. He had each and every one of us in his class write a paragraph a week - didn't matter what, it just had to get on the page. I'm ashamed to admit I'm not much of a reader, not as much as I should be. I draw inspiration from other media sources, and, of course, the world around me as I process it. I found this place by literally just searching "best creative writing communities" in Google. Right off the bat I would just like to commend the staff behind this forum for the user-friendly interface of the site; it's quite similar to another forum I am a part of. I sincerely hope this community is supportive and that I can gain a lot of insight and tools to help motivate myself to complete and refine my projects. Currently, I have two projects vaguely outlined. One is a bitter coming-of-age satire, that I'll admit, is largely the product of my messed-up upbringing. The other is something I describe as a modern fantasy, also satirical in tone, presented in an epistolary format about the downfall of the human race, and those who take their place as the inhabitants of Earth. I will admit - my ideas for stories are quite often ill-defined, grandiose in scope, and very "niche". But I like to think that I've matured at least somewhat since the dark days when I just regurgitated spaghetti onto paper towels, metaphorically speaking. If you have any questions for me, please do not hesitate to ask.