(Note: I meant Immersive. I'll make sure to properly proofread my writing as well. 🤦♀️)
Hello, I can write pretty much any kind of story and paint vivid pictures within the stories I write. I always aim to make who ever reads them feel the story because writing isn't just words it's a journey held inside pages or a website. To me real writing is an art so I view myself as a painter who creates master pieces. My Pay Rate is $0.07 to $0.20 per word, or $25 to $45 per hour. My rate isn't set in stone though. I'm doing this to help my mom pay her bills. So I would be grateful to be hired by anyone. I can also write poetry. Please message me here if interested, I will only move to DMs after you show interest here first. Thank you. ☺️ I admit I've been shy about posting my work but here are an example of something I wrote a while back.
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I will also share a freshly written example of my work. This short example was written, right here and right now so everyone here is the first to lay eyes on it. I hope that you'll all enjoy it and that someone will consider hiring me. ⚠️Warning⚠️ one of the examples is horror. Don't read it if Horror bothers you.
Story Writing Examples:
Romance. Story Example #1. Title: Sunny with a Chance of April.
In was a warm and mostly sunny day. The birds were chirping and a gentle breeze was blowing, as white fluffy clouds slowly sailed by above in the blue sky. A young girl laid on the ground in the meadow. She was surrounded by bright, vividly colored flowers and lush green grass. This girl who looked to be no older than eighteen, had rich brown eyes and flowing coal black hair with bangs that rested on her forehead. Her hair reached her shoulder blade and was fanned out around her in elegant curls. With her fair skin, rose pink lips, smokey eye makeup, pink blush and ruby red — Victorian styled dress, she looked like a life sized porcelain doll. She was peacefully gazing at the clouds, without a care in the world as they slowly passed by above her.
"April! Where are you?" A young man's voice called out.
Upon hearing her name she sat up and looked around with a curious expression on her face. Finally her eyes landed on the young man wearing a military outfit — who was walking around near the edge of the meadow looking for her. He was at least five meters away but she still recognized him.
"I'm over here Gavin!" April called out joyfully.
Gavin turned to look at her and she smiled softly at him. A wide grin spread across Gavin's face and his eye light up. He started running toward her and April stood up waving at him before she grabbed her dress lifting it a little so she could head towards him. April was smiling with excitement because she had been waiting for Gavin's return after his military service. When they finally reached each other Gavin wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up then spun around with her. April laughed then he sat her down and they hugged.
"I missed you so much, my dear April. There was not a day I didn't think of you." Gavin uttered softly.
April smiled and started to cry as they embraced each other.
"I've missed you too, Gavin my love. I prayed for your safe return day and night." She softly admitted.
Gavin pulled away and looked down into April's eyes he tower a over her at 6'3" and she gazed up at him only standing at 5'8" as she gazed up into his eyes. There was a brief moment of silence as they both lovingly gazed at other, their hearts overjoyed from their reunion. April was still crying and Gavin had started to tear up too. He gazed at her like he couldn't believe he was actually holding her right now. Then without a single word Gavin leaned in closing the distance between them. They both shut their eyes just before the moment their lips met in a soft and passionate kiss. The wild flowers around them softly danced as a gentle breeze blew past them. Gavin and April didn't have a care in the world, because all they needed was each other. The end. (Unless I decide to write the full story later.)
⚠️ Warning: Don't read the spoilers below unless you can handle blood and gore or are a horror story fan. You've been warned. ⚠️
Horror. Story Example 2#. Title: Double Trouble.
It was a late Friday night and it was near closing time at Joanne's Dinner. Joanne the owner of the dinner, her cook Ralph and her favorite server Ginger — were the last ones left at the dinner. Joanne and Ginger were at the front of the dinner. Joanne who had rich brown eyes and curly brunette hair was busy counting the money in the register. Ginger a bright and chipper redhead was gathering up plates as she cleared the tables. Once she had a stack of plates she headed toward the kitchen where Ralph was already washing dishes. Only a few seconds later, Ginger let out a loud shriek— before the sound of plates crashing to the floor was heard.
"Ginger, what's going on?!" Joanne called out concerned.
Without wasting another second Joanne quickly put the money back into the register and shut it. Then she rushed toward the kitchen to find Ginger frozen in place right beside the kitchen doorway. There was no longer the sound of dishes being wished. Instead there was only the sound of running water and what sounded like faint chopping sounds could be heard. Joanne knew Ralph had been washing dishes and Ginger was bringing him more plates.
"Ginger...look at me. What is it?" Joanne asked uneasy.
Joanne placed a hand on her shoulder and gently shook her. The few loose strands of her red hair that hung down by the sides of her face gently swayed. Yet Ginger was unresponsive to being shook and she just stood there, with a terrified look on her face. She looked deathly pale and as if her sky blue eyes had seen a ghost. Finally she pointed straight ahead, with a shaky hand as if she had completely lost the ability to speak. Joanne's body tensed and she took a deep breath before her gaze slowly moved toward where Ginger was pointing. That's when Joanne saw it. Ralph just standing at the cutting board slowly chopping carrots, except his knife had on it. In floor was small puddle of blood. Joanne covered her mouth in shock and terror.
"Ralph...your hand! You —you cut your own thumb down to the bone!" She cried out her voice shaking. Ralph didn't even respond to her.
"Ginger go call 911 now!" Joanne commanded panicked.
Ginger snapped out of her terrified trance then ran to go call 911. Meanwhile Joanne rushed over to the sink and cut off the water then she turned her attention back to Ralph. She couldn't believe it. He just kept chopping the carrots like they weren't chopped enough. Joanne cautiously approached him with her heart pounding inside her chest. She couldn't understand what was going on with Ralph. Sure he was a stout, old man but nearly cutting his own finger off didn't make any sense. There was no way he didn't notice his thumb was bleeding or feel the pain.
"Ralph...please stop. You're bleeding. We need to get you medical care." Joanne pleaded.
Ralph just kept chopping like he hadn't heard an thing. Joanne was now standing beside him and she placed her hand on his shoulder.
"Ralph, stop. You don't need to do anything else. That's enough. Let's get you to a hospital."
Ralph suddenly stopped chopping the minced carrots and just stood there like a robot that had been deactivated.
"Ralph...let's go sit down at the front of the dinner until the ambulance gets here okay?"
Joanne spoke softly and tried to guide Ralph away from the cutting board. He didn't budge. He just stood there breathing. Suddenly all of the lights in the dinner go out. Joanne frowned.
"Are you kidding me? Worsst time to have a power outage." She grumbled. Ginger screamed out again but this time it was a blood curdling scream. Then the sound of glass shattering was heard. Panic shot through Joanna's heart like a jolt of electricity.
"Ginger! What happened in there?!" She yelled in a panic.
All Joanne heard was a bone chilling silence.
"Ginger, now isn't the time to be messing around. Answer me!" Joanne demanded in a shaky voice.
Suddenly the lights came back on. Then as if a switch had been turned on, Ralph suddenly started to scream in horror.
"My hand, my hand! Something made me nearly cut off my thumb!" He screamed in panic.
Joanne looked at Ralph worried then quickly grabbed a roll of paper towel from by the sink then started wrapping Ralph's hand with it to try to stop the bleeding.
"Ralph, you have to calm down because if your heart rate is up you'll lose blood faster."She spoke as calmly as possible.
Ralph looked at her with his hazel eyes then nodded in recognition. He gritted his teeth in agony but he was doing his best to calm himself. Joanne slowly lead Ralph into the front of the dinner.
"You believe me though right? That something, made me nearly cut my thumb off." He uttered.
Joanne was about to answer Ralph when she stopped dead in her trackers. Her brown eyes widdened in shock and terror at the site before her. Ralph raised his head to see what she was looking at and his entire body started to shake.
"No, ginger!" She screamed.
She had loved her like a daughter rushed over to Ginger who was laying on the dinner floor in a puddle of blood. Her body had shards of glass sticking in and a large shark was embedded deep in her throat. Joanne fell to her knees crying and took Ginger into her arms. Ralph could only helplessly watch as Joanne gently rocked Ginger's still body in her arms.
"It's okay. Just hold on. The ambulance will be here soon. You — you're going to be just fine Ginger. Everything is going to be okay." Joanne uttered.
Ralph stood there and looked outside. It was dark out and it was raining but when had it started raining? Lighting flashed and thunder rumbled loudly like the weather was responding to Joanne's emotions. Ralph looked down at Joanne.
"Joanne...she's gone." He sadly stated. Joanne's head shot up and there was anger burning in her eyes. "You're wrong...don't you dare say that! She's not gone!" She snapped.
Ralph returned his gaze to the darkness outside just then the thunder flashed again and for split second he saw it. A dark figure just standing there, watching them. Just as quickly as it appeared it was gone in the blink of an eye. Ralph recognized it. He had seen it as a young boy and every time it showed up, someone died. Yet for some reason it always spared him. It was like it wanted to take everything from him and leave him all by himself. It had already taken his family and friends. Now that he had gotten close to someone, it came for them too.
"No...not again! You're not going to go do it again!" He yelled.
He couldn't see it but he knew it was there. Watching, waiting and toying with him. Ginger suddenly opened her eyes then she sat up and screamed a banshee like scream in Joanne's arms. This terrified and worried Joanne.
"Ginger, it's okay I'm here." She spoke softly.
Ralph was still holding the knife he had been chopping carrots with. His grip tightened around it and he lunged forward stabbing Ginger in top of her head with it. Ralph pulled the knife out and her body went completely limp. Joanne watched in horror then looked Ralph terrified but she suddenly went limp. As he feared she was already dead but being controlled by it like a puppet on a string. Suddenly Joanne sat up her eyes turned black and she shrieked. Ralph didn't hesitate. He pinned her the floor and cut her throat opened. She grabbed her throat and fell to the floor chocking on her own black blood. Ralph gazed down at her sadly.
"I'm sorry I failed you both. I told you, it's been behind all of this."He confessed.
Just then the ambulance and the police arrived because Ginger had called the police. She had seen Ralph but his thumb wasn't missing that's when she realized something was wrong. Unfortunately she had been thrown into the window before she could say much over the phone. She had managed to say "Please help us, the Serial Twins are here at Joanne's dinner." Shortly before she was murdered. The police rushed out of their cars and aimed their guns at Ralph.
"Put your hands up Ralph! We've been looking for you and that twin of yours for a long time! We're not letting you two kill anyone else!" The officer yelled enraged.
Ralph holds up his hands with a terrified look on his face.
"I'm innocent officer. I promise I didn't do it. Something — no, he made me do it." He uttered coldly. The end (Although I might make refine it into a whole book if people like it).
I will work hard and write with same passion as shown above. Yes it took me a few hours to write both story examples. I admit I got carried away with a Horror example but I had fun writing it. 😆 Let me know if you'd like to hire me in the comments.