This sounds like a really neat site... Like I wanna be an editor minion on that site HAHAHA
I recall Mibba used to be set up so you'd read/comment/feedback to get points and you couldn't post without enough points. The site itself is a graveyard now - surprised it's even still up.
I decided to grab a small section to show you how I write now (this was a few weeks ago I think now... Not entirely sure off the top of my head. recent ish. Hasn't gone through my hard edits.)
Summary
As Will awoke the next morning to cool air brushing against his cheeks, he pulled the blanket over his head and snuggled father down into the warmth his body had generated.
Wait. Will opened his eyes, yanked back and blankets and sat up suddenly.
Tino, who'd been sitting with his chin in his palm staring blank-eyed out the window across from him, immediately sat upright.
He's…not here? Will frowned as his eyes scanned the room. The morning light illuminated the room as it came in from the window. Will felt his face contort in frustration. But I … I could've sworn he was.
Tino cleared his throat before speaking. “G'morning Will.” He tilted his head to the side while he waited for Will to slowly look over to him. “It's still early in the morning. Thankfully, we received another telegram that says the emissary is stuck and won't be arriving until tomorrow. So we have some time to prepare.”
And then this section is from another story that was written several years ago. (2014, holy crap)
Summary
Without a word to her, Ricardo stepped into the warm kitchen, almost a wall of sudden comfort and heat hitting him. He stopped, standing between the door and the island, stunned by what he was listening to. The boy that had been asleep in the pile of blankets earlier was sitting on a chair that was facing out to the window and he was singing in a soothing and relaxing voice. It wasn't like a siren to lull you closer, nor was it a lullaby to send you off to sleep. Instead it was just a nonsensical series of vowels that brought with them a feeling of calm serene peace.
Ricardo let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding, his sapphire eyes with surprise. I've never heard a voice so beautiful to listen to before. “Whoa,” he whispered.
The singing stopped suddenly, as the boy turned around to look at Ricardo. That soft whisper had surprised him. A tuft of blond-golden hair came forth from the middle of his bangs and refused to blend in with his rosewood-brown hair. His left eye was a light blue, and his right was a light green shade. He was dressed in a rich green shirt with loose sleeves that were tied with pink ribbon to create ruffles at the wrist; hanging longer in the back than in the front, and it was closed with an invisible zipper all the way up to the stiff collar around his neck. The tops of his shoulders were exposed by intentionally open holes, showing his pale skin.