destopets
12-28-2007, 04:03 PM
Writer for hire!
Intro: Hello I'm Shaun and I'm looking for a paid job as a writer for a well established pet site that can pay me whatever is in my price list.
Price List:
Short Description: $2
Long Description: $4
Poem: $5
Pet Name: $0.50
Short Story: $5
Long Story: $8
Contact Msn: shaun2312@hotmail.co.uk
Contact Mail: Smshaun1@googlemail.com
Interests:
Why am I interested in becoming a writer? Well firstly I'm Hard working, well Organized and very easy to work with. I a very friendly person and therefore I am a very approachable person.
Writing gives me power to express myself and not hold anything inside, All the words in my head are allowed to come out on paper and thats what I love about writing.
Short Description:
The night was dark and mysterious, not even the wind made a sound just brushing past my cheeks. When suddenly something came out of the alleyway scurrying past my feet, I only saw the tail of the tattered rat.
Short Story:
There had always been a myth about a creature killing shepherds sheep and steeling food from the markets, But others say it was a child abandoned from birth and left to defend itself, But untill i see it myself i will have to go by myths.
A week later villagers said they had seen the myth stealing sheep and cattle, and thats where i started to search for the creature. I gathered a team of scientists and went searching in the woods when suddenly i spotted and dark figure and started following the shadow untill i saw him,
he wasn’t human not at all, But before I could get a clear view he ran through the tree’s like nothing was gonna stop him on his quest.
Later that day there had been another sighting, but this time it was not good, not good at all.
He was captured and held in the town hall for everyone to stare and admire.
When Suddenly the glass case shattered, releasing the beast free to roam. The Beast glaired at the audience with his fierce eyes and headed towards the light and smashing through the stain glass window and returning to the woods, safe and sound.
Short Poem:
Death Valley:
Death Valley was its Name,
Pain was its Game,
Adventurers Explore,
Others Adored,
The beauty inside,
Was nothing to hide.
Thank you for taking the time to Read :D
Open or Closed
Intro: Hello I'm Shaun and I'm looking for a paid job as a writer for a well established pet site that can pay me whatever is in my price list.
Price List:
Short Description: $2
Long Description: $4
Poem: $5
Pet Name: $0.50
Short Story: $5
Long Story: $8
Contact Msn: shaun2312@hotmail.co.uk
Contact Mail: Smshaun1@googlemail.com
Interests:
Why am I interested in becoming a writer? Well firstly I'm Hard working, well Organized and very easy to work with. I a very friendly person and therefore I am a very approachable person.
Writing gives me power to express myself and not hold anything inside, All the words in my head are allowed to come out on paper and thats what I love about writing.
Short Description:
The night was dark and mysterious, not even the wind made a sound just brushing past my cheeks. When suddenly something came out of the alleyway scurrying past my feet, I only saw the tail of the tattered rat.
Short Story:
There had always been a myth about a creature killing shepherds sheep and steeling food from the markets, But others say it was a child abandoned from birth and left to defend itself, But untill i see it myself i will have to go by myths.
A week later villagers said they had seen the myth stealing sheep and cattle, and thats where i started to search for the creature. I gathered a team of scientists and went searching in the woods when suddenly i spotted and dark figure and started following the shadow untill i saw him,
he wasn’t human not at all, But before I could get a clear view he ran through the tree’s like nothing was gonna stop him on his quest.
Later that day there had been another sighting, but this time it was not good, not good at all.
He was captured and held in the town hall for everyone to stare and admire.
When Suddenly the glass case shattered, releasing the beast free to roam. The Beast glaired at the audience with his fierce eyes and headed towards the light and smashing through the stain glass window and returning to the woods, safe and sound.
Short Poem:
Death Valley:
Death Valley was its Name,
Pain was its Game,
Adventurers Explore,
Others Adored,
The beauty inside,
Was nothing to hide.
Thank you for taking the time to Read :D
Open or Closed