Freelance Writing

Personalized Freelance Letters

To practice my freelance writing, i’m selling personalized stories of at least 300 words each for $3.99 each! Here are some examples.If you would like to help me and my practice, Give it a go! It will be sent to you in an envelope to your address, and all you have to do is give me a sentence to start the story!

A world without teachers.

I’ve noticed something different about my new bus stop compared to my old, childhood corner back in Lake Grove. Here, the kids don’t speak. They stand on the sidewalk, motionless, until the bus comes into sight. Or that’s at least what it appears to be. But really, these kids slyly creep toward where the bus will inevitably stop.

Their logic goes as follows. If you don’t want to be on the floor for the 20 minute drive, move as close as humanely possible to the predicted location of the door. Because apparently, if you don’t abide to that, the chances of you getting a seat are slim to none.

I can’t even describe the looks of hatred I get from them when I walk up to the bus stop, as if I’m the sole thing preventing them from getting a seat!

So as a message to my bus stop, and perhaps all others that act this way, please don’t try to act like pigs trying to get food from a freshly filled trough.
Sincerely, the new kid.

The Chameleon Superhero Gangster
This story is a Bedtime story about a Chameleon and was told to kids the ages of five and 4, it has been edited for an older audience so it is more appealing. Also, the words fart and poop have been removed. Lastly before I begin the story, please read this in your mind as if you were from the South Bronx.  Forgive me If it isnt up to it’s full potential – I told it a few weeks before writing it down.

Once apon a wonderful time, there was this Chameleon… And He was just chillin with his girl at some club and he was drunk, but all that doesn’t matter. In the sky, he saw A giant C, but it kinda looked like a S cuz he was drunk, Anyway. He found the nearest napkin and put it on as a cape! (So far, after all that, 5 seconds have gone by) So he, cuz he’s that good, jumped in the air and flew toward the C. When he got there, he saw a giant monster who was all up in his crib. (Note: After this, the spelling errors skyrocket) So the Chameleon was all like: YO! Dawg! That ain’t cool man Come owwnn!, look at what chyo doin! Them people down there, they scream’n and chyo just knocken down them buildens! Dayym Fool! So the monster’s like, Dayym, chyo tellin me that i’m doin somethin bad? Come owwwnn, Look at chyo self in them tights! Yo be dion a bigger favor if yo get a better outfit. Then the Chameleon’s like: Dude, Your tellin me? Your a freaken (Which is apparently a word according to Firefox) green monsta, you be leavin crap all ova the place and yo trowin people like no body’s biyzness! So the Monsta’s like, Foo, you gotta be kiddn me! All WWF talk aside (I’m proud of that) You really tink chyo can take me down? So the chameleon’s like: YO! I Ain’t gunna take chyo crap no more! Imma pop a cap in chyo azz! Lets go! So they went for each other and the Chameleon shot the monster in the leg, but in proportion, it was the size of a mosquito bite. But then the Monsta snapped the Chameleon’s neck with his two fingers. And that’s my story children. So, learn from this story, and know that when a Monsta is attacking your town, don’t rely on a puny Chameleon, no matter how gangsta he may be.

Tisha The Lama
A story of a lama who discovers a new world. The “Anti-World”

On day, Tisha the lama was prancing around his hometown in Italy when he looked into a cave. When he stepped inside he saw something similar to a black hole. Like all llamas, he was curious and he decided to step into the formation. Instead of being sucked into it and squashed into a milligram, he came to the anti-earth. Fascinated by this, he decided to hobble around and find other llamas. When he came across his home in italy, he was fascinated to see that the llamas in this world, they spit beer- Guinness to be exact – shortly after running away in fear, he came across a familiar sight: television. Unfortunately, instead of being flat panel’s, it was cube paneled! Once he figured out how it worked, Tisha put on the news reports. He watched in awe as he realized the world he is now trapped in is distorted in every way he could think of. The BP Oil Spill is now the BP Candy flood, which was making the fish obese and to fat to sell. NYC was a rural village called Long Island All Over Again (LIAOA). New Jersey was a city called Not The Pit Of America (NTPOA). He saw the Iraq war, which instead of being a war, it was a water war. All the US Army came in with water jets and soaked the country – making it fertile once again. Al Quida was a small medieval reenactment organization that was currently in a small feud over equipment possession. Lastly, he saw a few of the world leaders. Obama was a white president who actually did something for his country. The pope was a black pimp who shot a cap in any sinners ass an drove in a popemopimpmobile.
But he had had enough of this world after watching only 3 minutes of the news. So he decided to go to Quohauge Massachusetts where he would find Stewie from family guy living on a quiet street – except for the griffin family’s home, which was blasting a knock off of Donald duck. Once he arrived in the taximosuperquack, he quickly found Stewie in his room working on a proton manipulator that he said, while they were talking on the phoneosomotanalingu, could simulate another black hole.
He said that there was no telling what world he would arrive in, but since it is the anti-world, they would probably go to the anti-world’s anti-world. He pulled the trigger and sent him off. But of course nothing goes right and it brings him to not his world but mars, where there is no oxygen.
Tisha suffocates and dies.
The End.

A guy walks out of a bank.

I wrote a small play for creative writing and there’s no use keeping it locked away on my computer! So why not post it!









[Dimitri] Oh, all right. You’ve heard me lecture for long enough. And here, put the money in this reusable bag. I wouldn’t want to harm the environment – even if these bags are made with the same thing as the rest of em……

[Teller 3 is glad to see that Dimitri cares for the environment, so she grabs as much money as possible.] [Teller 3] Here you are, no inks, no buttons, whole 9 yards. We get the money back from the Federal Reserve anyway. And hell, they just print some more out. [Sigh] [Dimitri] DOPE, PCE

[Dimitri walks out of the bank, stops, collapses of a stroke.] [Some guy in the distance] He died on the way to the hospital and left his cash, which was deemed unsuspicious since it was in a reusable bag, which would help his 8 kids go through college and start their life anew.

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