Proffesional Writing Services [Cheap - 0.02 cents per word]

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Hello, everyone, I provide proffesional writing services. For a cheap price of 0.02 cents per word, I will write anything - stories, poems, essays, etc., you choose. 50% payment upfront before project is finished.

Below I provide a sample of my writing.​

A Creeper's Love Story
The man I am in love with is a man of few words. I often stalk him at night and his succulent ghastly, pallor skin under his quivering torch. I sometimes wonder if he's even aware of my existence, for he seems so dull, and it would shock me if he even acknowledged me at all. I follow the sound of his footsteps around corners and always stalk him from a distance. As much as I love him and yearn for his affection, our love is unfortunately forbidden by nature, for I am haunted by a dreadful curse. I cannot come near others without triggering the curse, which would kill me and potentially anyone around me. I must keep my distance. I often have nightmares that one day he might wander too close to me and trigger my curse, but still, I love him, and I'd do anything to be with him. He mustn't get close, and I must control my urge and fight my instinct to chase him. The last thing I want to do is fulfill the cycle of nature as all of my ancestors have, but perhaps there is no other wa- I- No, no, no, he's com- KABOOM!

There was a hole in the ground with a bunch of objects scattered all over.​
 
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I do not see how that is rude. I did not insult him or act like a asshole. I said that the meaning of the word is not changed so its not that big of a deal. That is the simple truth, which apparently is hard for a lot of people here to handle.

If anyone was rude, he was rude by trying to passively damage the reputation of my service by unnecessarily pointing out a spelling mistake like a Nazi. He could have private messaged me but chose not to. And you are being rude too now. Maybe stop thinking everyone's out to get you and and learn basic linguistics and grammar. Now stop posting on my thread.

I offer 1 vouch copy free of charge for anyone who doubts my abilities as a proffessional writer. PM me to claim this one time offer.

Alrighty, bet. I'll take up the vouch copy, I'll hire you and two other writers from MCM one of which being previously posted Baby Choncc. Simple 500-word creative task based on a bank heist. We can post the end results here - if you come anywhere near the other two writers' abilities I will apologize.

Contact me for more information; matty#0003
 
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You guys are all idiots. It is misspelled as a meme of some sort, because you can clearly see it has not been changed after all of this.
 

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wow sir you bring up a good point, I apologize for not recognizing this oh so obvious patten and the OP is absolutely not just full of ego.
I sincerely and deeply apologize for this misunderstanding.

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You guys are all idiots. It is misspelled as a meme of some sort, because you can clearly see it has not been changed after all of this.
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Alrighty, bet. I'll take up the vouch copy, I'll hire you and two other writers from MCM one of which being previously posted Baby Choncc. Simple 500-word creative task based on a bank heist. We can post the end results here - if you come anywhere near the other two writers' abilities I will apologize.

Contact me for more information; matty#0003
Compare their interactions with you too :eek:
Ask for revisions too and see how they react when you want something changed
 
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Go to court on behalf of your client explaining to the jury that they're supposed to know what the disputed term of the contract means...

That's if you even know how to write a legally binding agreement in the first place...

Best of luck,
Iceey.
 

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Alrighty, bet. I'll take up the vouch copy, I'll hire you and two other writers from MCM one of which being previously posted Baby Choncc. Simple 500-word creative task based on a bank heist. We can post the end results here - if you come anywhere near the other two writers' abilities I will apologize.

Contact me for more information; matty#0003
Here is a quick 20 minute bank heist story that starts in medias res. It is not 500 words, but as Shakespeare said, brevity is the soul of wit! I could improve it but that will cost more. I assure you, I have no dissatisfied customers. Also I will give out one more free vouch copy to anyone who doubts my abilities as a proffessional writer.

“You ready for this?” Johnny asked tentatively, beads of sweat forming at the top of his brows.

“Yeah, man, let’s do this,” Lester replied, nodding nervously.

Both of them pulled their black ski masks over their faces and were now fully clad in black from head to toe. Lester grabbed a bag and wooden bat before sliding open the van door. They quickly made their way to the entrance as time seemed to slow down for a brief moment.

“Get down! Everyone, on your knees!” Johnny shouted, waving his pistol in front of the civilians and bank tellers, as he burst himself through the door. The unsuspecting civilians froze in fear and dropped to the ground. Crying noises could be heard by mothers and their children, and the bank tellers buried themselves beneath their work desks, cowering.

Lester jumped on top of the table and made his way over. He ran into restricted area and frantically broke into each of the cash drawers, putting anything of value he could find in his bag. Once it was full, he attempted to make his escape with Johnny.

Out of nowhere, the building glass shattered, sending tiny glass fragments flying everywhere as something abruptly knocked Johnny’s gun out of his hand.

“What the hell was that?!” Johnny turned his head towards the direction the pistol flew. He walked up to where it landed and next to it saw a little silver shuriken in the shape of a bat. All of a sudden, a silent, black shadow appeared underneath his feet, rapidly increasing in size. His eyes went wide in a panic. He turned his head around and saw a mass of black hurtling towards him from above, knocking him out and briefly rendering him unconsciousness.

Johnny laid there, his back on the floor, looking straight upward as his vision slowly returned. With a befuddled look, Johnny could not believe who he laid his eyes upon! It was no other than Batman! And next to him, Deadpool in … a pair of underwear? Johnny felt the heat of the sun on his face and was blinded by the sun rays penetrating through the window. Sweating intensely, he looked around his room and at all his Marvel comics and posters, realizing it was just a vivid dream all along.
 

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Here is a quick 20 minute bank heist story that starts in medias res. It is not 500 words, but as Shakespeare said, brevity is the soul of wit! I could improve it but that will cost more. I assure you, I have no dissatisfied customers. Also I will give out one more free vouch copy to anyone who doubts my abilities as a proffessional writer.

“You ready for this?” Johnny asked tentatively, beads of sweat forming at the top of his brows.

“Yeah, man, let’s do this,” Lester replied, nodding nervously.

Both of them pulled their black ski masks over their faces and were now fully clad in black from head to toe. Lester grabbed a bag and wooden bat before sliding open the van door. They quickly made their way to the entrance as time seemed to slow down for a brief moment.

“Get down! Everyone, on your knees!” Johnny shouted, waving his pistol in front of the civilians and bank tellers, as he burst himself through the door. The unsuspecting civilians froze in fear and dropped to the ground. Crying noises could be heard by mothers and their children, and the bank tellers buried themselves beneath their work desks, cowering.

Lester jumped on top of the table and made his way over. He ran into restricted area and frantically broke into each of the cash drawers, putting anything of value he could find in his bag. Once it was full, he attempted to make his escape with Johnny.

Out of nowhere, the building glass shattered, sending tiny glass fragments flying everywhere as something abruptly knocked Johnny’s gun out of his hand.

“What the hell was that?!” Johnny turned his head towards the direction the pistol flew. He walked up to where it landed and next to it saw a little silver shuriken in the shape of a bat. All of a sudden, a silent, black shadow appeared underneath his feet, rapidly increasing in size. His eyes went wide in a panic. He turned his head around and saw a mass of black hurtling towards him from above, knocking him out and briefly rendering him unconsciousness.

Johnny laid there, his back on the floor, looking straight upward as his vision slowly returned. With a befuddled look, Johnny could not believe who he laid his eyes upon! It was no other than Batman! And next to him, Deadpool in … a pair of underwear? Johnny felt the heat of the sun on his face and was blinded by the sun rays penetrating through the window. Sweating intensely, he looked around his room and at all his Marvel comics and posters, realizing it was just a vivid dream all along.

Honestly surprised. Not bad, a few words are a little unnecessary and simply don't fit the context. "Befuddled" for example - it makes sense but personally it doesn't suit the context of a bank heist. Another mistake I should point out is your grammatical flaw in the second to last paragraph. Let's see if you can spot it :) ps. You also forgot an "a" in front of restricted.

The siren incessantly pounded in Jake’s head, throwing him off his groove and messing with his focus. It was her goddamn job to disable security, and shit hit the fan as soon as we lost radio contact. If she was still alive, she certainly wouldn’t be when we faced the boss.

It was a race against time, and Jake hadn’t prepared for the thought of cracking a safe in under two minutes. “Absolute insanity.”, he said, “You can’t be serious?”.

Saye stood right by him, gun clutched to the side and focused intently on the corridor to the sides. The stark silver-gray walls contrasted perfectly with the black tactical outfit she stole from the lockers through her cover in the FBI. Although she’d been a great asset for the team, her cover was about to be smashed into pieces.

He shook his head, trying to focus on the task at hand. As he began to turn the massive titanium dial, he felt a click that sent a chill down his spine. This was his element, he could already imagine the thrill of the final click and thud of that last massive steel bolt. Continuing onwards, he looked up and saw a large ‘100’. Smirking and pressing his head back against the vault door, he twisted the other way, intricately maneuvering around valleys, jagged hills, and nasty, tiny little trap holes.

It was getting close, and he could see Saye breaking character, shifting her weight from one leg to the other. He heard the last click, but celebrated too early, mistaking a clear path for one of the oldest traps in the book. A faint click blossomed into a raging ball of fire as Jake was flung backward, slamming into cold, hard metal.

It was chaos, absolute and utter mayhem. The siren in Jake’s head was quickly replaced by a piercing and deafening ringing from the detonation. He could see Saye pick herself up from the floor in the other corner, just in time to see the smoke grenade pop through the left corridor. In a flash, she grabbed the canister and threw it right back into the corridor, noticing a riot shield.

“Le Marechaussee! Abort and run!”

Jake snapped out of his reverie and fumbled towards Saye, leaving his equipment behind. As he stumbled towards, Saye, he couldn’t help but think about how her french accent comes out more when she’s under fire.

The duo ran around the corner not long after she emptied an entire mag, although they couldn’t keep pace while still being disoriented from the explosion. Bullets whizzed past them, one hitting Saye right in the back. Her vest saved her, but she was thrown forward due to the impact and turned mid-air, committing to the fall. Taking careful aim, she managed to bounce the bullet off the immaculate, smoothly finished walls, bypassing the shield and knocking the man right in the thigh.

Managing to pull herself together, they kept on the maze of pathways as they left a blood-curdling scream behind them.

They turned another corner and stopped. Jake was too winded to keep going, and so Saye touched her headpiece and began to talk.

“Code 66, abort. We need a way out of here Luk. The Marechaussee is on our tail.”

“Acknowledged, Saye. There should be an exit in about 100 feet. First right and second left.”

They followed Luk’s directions and stopped when they saw the exit.

“Are you kidding me, Luk? An elevator?”[DOUBLEPOST=1617513164][/DOUBLEPOST]An absolute blast to write, criticism and compliments and fawning over my writing would be appreciated in my DMs Trovvie#1323

This story personally gave me a more exciting feeling. There are fewer grammatical mistakes - none I can notice at least. The story describes the setting very well and kind of gets me excited to read on.

CONCLUSION

camdin: Nice story, a bit too similar to GTA V in my opinion. Especially with your character names. Has a few grammatical mistakes - assume they're by accident. Would be somewhat satisfied with the story depending on the pricing (if it's 0.02 per word then that's pretty good). However, simply your attitude towards criticism is beyond unprofessional - just makes you look like a bit of a douche. Not to mention the fact you didn't meet some of the criteria. Would give it a solid 6.5/10 (7/10 if you meet the criteria).

Baby Choncc: Well put story, has a very nice ending. Makes me want to carry on reading for sure. Far fewer mistakes in terms of punctuation and standard spelling. When talking to Trovvie he had a professional yet jokey attitude - took it far less seriously compared to the previously mentioned camdin. I would definitely prefer to go for Trovvie - mainly because if I was a client I personally wouldn't want to talk to camdin if his work ethic is the same as the replies he provided beforehand. Solid 9/10, would maybe help describe the setting and the characters to a further extent if it were to have more words added on.

I appreciate both writers spending their time writing the stories. Enjoyed reading both. But as promised, must apologize to camdin - definitely surprised me to a certain degree with your story. Still believe you should have a more respectful perspective towards your potential clients.

If anyone believes otherwise feel free to let me know.[DOUBLEPOST=1617537511][/DOUBLEPOST]
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Compare their interactions with you too :eek:
Ask for revisions too and see how they react when you want something changed

Yep, did that :)[DOUBLEPOST=1617537658][/DOUBLEPOST]
You guys are all idiots. It is misspelled as a meme of some sort, because you can clearly see it has not been changed after all of this.

Dang, you're right. A writer completely butchering the spelling of a word on a post where they'd like clients to purchase writing... meme and a half.
 
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Before you read the rest of this, know that I am not here being rude to you. This is just me pointing out how you could improve to provide your customers with an even better quality of writing. If you want the less censored/ruder version feel free to act like a douche and take this criticism badly.

Here is a quick 20 minute bank heist story that starts in medias res. It is not 500 words, but as Shakespeare said, brevity is the soul of wit! I could improve it but that will cost more. I assure you, I have no dissatisfied customers. Also I will give out one more free vouch copy to anyone who doubts my abilities as a proffessional writer.

“You ready for this?” Johnny asked tentatively, beads of sweat forming at the top of his brows.

“Yeah, man, let’s do this,” Lester replied, nodding nervously.

Both of them pulled their black ski masks over their faces and were now fully clad in black from head to toe. Lester grabbed a bag and wooden bat before sliding open the van door. They quickly made their way to the entrance as time seemed to slow down for a brief moment.

“Get down! Everyone, on your knees!” Johnny shouted, waving his pistol in front of the civilians and bank tellers, as he burst himself through the door. The unsuspecting civilians froze in fear and dropped to the ground. Crying noises could be heard by mothers and their children, and the bank tellers buried themselves beneath their work desks, cowering.

Lester jumped on top of the table and made his way over. He ran into restricted area and frantically broke into each of the cash drawers, putting anything of value he could find in his bag. Once it was full, he attempted to make his escape with Johnny.

Out of nowhere, the building glass shattered, sending tiny glass fragments flying everywhere as something abruptly knocked Johnny’s gun out of his hand.

“What the hell was that?!” Johnny turned his head towards the direction the pistol flew. He walked up to where it landed and next to it saw a little silver shuriken in the shape of a bat. All of a sudden, a silent, black shadow appeared underneath his feet, rapidly increasing in size. His eyes went wide in a panic. He turned his head around and saw a mass of black hurtling towards him from above, knocking him out and briefly rendering him unconsciousness.

Johnny laid there, his back on the floor, looking straight upward as his vision slowly returned. With a befuddled look, Johnny could not believe who he laid his eyes upon! It was no other than Batman! And next to him, Deadpool in … a pair of underwear? Johnny felt the heat of the sun on his face and was blinded by the sun rays penetrating through the window. Sweating intensely, he looked around his room and at all his Marvel comics and posters, realizing it was just a vivid dream all along.

About nine grammatical or other errors in there (look below for them), also very cliche. A story about superheroes and omg he woke up and it was all a dream. Doesn't seem to flow very well, I found myself having to re-read parts of the story because the sentences didn't have much cohesion. It just seems like you are trying to act smarter than you are (especially with the whole Shakespeare and language constructs crap). I don't think people care about you just using the jargon to act knowledgeable, it makes you look extremely fake. Maybe implement it into your writing. Also once again you misspelt 'proffessional' which just shows that you are averse to constructive feedback, once again showing that it may be difficult for someone to work with you and make suggestions about how you could fix what you are writing for them.

Grammatical/other errors you could change easily to improve:
1. 'Yeah, man, let's do this' - there shouldn't be a comma between 'yeah' and 'man' because with it, the phrase would read as 'Yeah *pause* man *pause* let's do this' as opposed to 'Yeah man *pause* let's do this'
2. 'As he burst himself through the door' - no need to use the word 'himself' in there it just adds an extra word which makes it very clunky.
3. 'Crying noises could be heard by mothers and their children' - the error here is the use of the word 'by' it makes it seem like its the mothers and their children that are hearing the crying noises compared to how you most likely intended it to be. To fix this you could have used the word 'from' instead of 'by'
4. 'He ran into restricted area' - just doesn't grammatically make sense, it should be 'he ran into a/the restricted area'
5. 'sending tiny glass fragments' - the term fragments already implies that they are small, no need to add the word tiny in as well.
6. 'knocking him out and briefly rendering him unconsciousness' - two errors in this part: should be using the word 'unconscious' instead of 'unconsciousness' as it just doesn't make sense, 'knocking him out' and 'rendering him unconscious' both mean the same thing so why put them both in the same sentence.
7. 'it was no other than' - should be 'it was none other than'
8. 'and next to him, Deadpool in' - should be 'and next to him, Deadpool, in'
9. 'blinded by the sun rays' - should be 'blinded by the sun's rays'

If you would like to get toxic towards me, feel free. It only makes you look worse. I'm here giving you some advice whether you act cordially or not it doesn't affect me and only makes you look worse. A good writer, and even person, is always willing to take criticism and improve. People are here to help you not hinder you. Being rude isn't the way to go about it, especially if you want clients.

But, then again, if you want to turn this into something toxic, I would be more than happy to have fun pulling everything you have said apart and showing every single little error that you have made and criticising you in a less than pleasant way (always nice to have a little bit of fun toxicity/banter).
 
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