hayabusaboston
Well-Known Member
Hey Folks!
I am a creative writing wizard. HSC 2013 atar 94.55, no formal qualifications, only wizardry. My experience is writing novels and winning poetry contests from age 12. Cbf finding awards and posting images here, I can only show you via chat what I can do ^^
HSC english mark 84 cos essays. Did not like/10
but creative writing muh forte.
If you like what you see and are interested, I am offering tutoring via Skype or Meetup or just generally via internet.
Payment is 15 dollars for a fully deconstructed and analysed story with every piece of magic literary kit you can think of to help you create a 16/15 story , every time.
Free discussion of my feedback over Skype/Meetup/Chat if you so desire.
If your story is already approx 14/15 I will not charge you, I will simply show you how to touch it up for maximum score. And if ur 15/15 already then no reason to write to me
I can do half your story to show you my style of feedback and work, and if u like it then you can pay and I finish for you, if not you can walk away with half for free, no problems
Sample of what I write like:
He was in their world. The Arab world. There were no cushy rules for the minorities like in the west. He’d heard stories of backpackers getting captured and sold as drug mules, resistance fighters and sex slaves. He had no illusions, the arab criminal underground was a terrifying place, and death was but a small misstep away to all those who found themselves thrust into the limelight of its perverse, pathological and barbaric network. Should he trust the boy? Was trust even more important than survival? Michael was desperately thirsty, and could not take it any longer. If it was to be his last day of life as he knew it, it would be the day in which he took dismissed all his fears and took a leap into the universal belief of a human compassion for your fellow man.
He bowed to the little boy graciously before gently taking the water bottle and unscrewing the cap. He let the icy water softly run down his throat, cooling and hydrating him from the inside. It was the sweetest and most glorious refreshment he’d ever experienced. The boy, visibly pleased, smiled, revealing a row of brilliant white teeth. He gestured to come with him, and took Michael by the arm before pulling him into the smelly swarm of people. Michael closed his eyes. He was in so much pain he could barely stand, and his nose was overwhelmed by the feral stench of soaking, sweaty bodies, but in only a moment they stopped walking. The boy tugged on a pearl white robe that seemed to flow like a river in all directions. Michael looked up and saw the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She had silky, chocolate brown hair, a full, womanly figure and soft, angelic features on her flawless face. She smiled, and her smile was just as brilliant as the boys. He guessed it was his mother, and by the looks of it she was a noblewoman.
I am a creative writing wizard. HSC 2013 atar 94.55, no formal qualifications, only wizardry. My experience is writing novels and winning poetry contests from age 12. Cbf finding awards and posting images here, I can only show you via chat what I can do ^^
HSC english mark 84 cos essays. Did not like/10
but creative writing muh forte.
If you like what you see and are interested, I am offering tutoring via Skype or Meetup or just generally via internet.
Payment is 15 dollars for a fully deconstructed and analysed story with every piece of magic literary kit you can think of to help you create a 16/15 story , every time.
Free discussion of my feedback over Skype/Meetup/Chat if you so desire.
If your story is already approx 14/15 I will not charge you, I will simply show you how to touch it up for maximum score. And if ur 15/15 already then no reason to write to me
I can do half your story to show you my style of feedback and work, and if u like it then you can pay and I finish for you, if not you can walk away with half for free, no problems
Sample of what I write like:
He was in their world. The Arab world. There were no cushy rules for the minorities like in the west. He’d heard stories of backpackers getting captured and sold as drug mules, resistance fighters and sex slaves. He had no illusions, the arab criminal underground was a terrifying place, and death was but a small misstep away to all those who found themselves thrust into the limelight of its perverse, pathological and barbaric network. Should he trust the boy? Was trust even more important than survival? Michael was desperately thirsty, and could not take it any longer. If it was to be his last day of life as he knew it, it would be the day in which he took dismissed all his fears and took a leap into the universal belief of a human compassion for your fellow man.
He bowed to the little boy graciously before gently taking the water bottle and unscrewing the cap. He let the icy water softly run down his throat, cooling and hydrating him from the inside. It was the sweetest and most glorious refreshment he’d ever experienced. The boy, visibly pleased, smiled, revealing a row of brilliant white teeth. He gestured to come with him, and took Michael by the arm before pulling him into the smelly swarm of people. Michael closed his eyes. He was in so much pain he could barely stand, and his nose was overwhelmed by the feral stench of soaking, sweaty bodies, but in only a moment they stopped walking. The boy tugged on a pearl white robe that seemed to flow like a river in all directions. Michael looked up and saw the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She had silky, chocolate brown hair, a full, womanly figure and soft, angelic features on her flawless face. She smiled, and her smile was just as brilliant as the boys. He guessed it was his mother, and by the looks of it she was a noblewoman.
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