Humple - I am the main author of this shop, and accept any type of writing. The only writing I won't do is Nonfiction, or School Assignments. Do your own damn homework. My specialty is fanfiction. Your order may take a while to complete, but it will be well worth it. I prefer quality over quantity of orders.
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oOTeh_Tooth_fairyOo - The lowly fairy slave for the Writing Branch. She may take half a year to finish your order, but it's all for the good of her writing. You will definitely be satisfied with your order. She is also a lazy butt, so you might have to remind her to stay on task. She likes cheesy stories, funny stories, cute stories, overly intense stories, and stories involving animals. And every now and then a deranged psycho killer one. Does
not like your homework, stories involving hurt animals, boring stories, or long poems.
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I rode up to the Cherri and Berri Bar on my bike, my legs were covered in bandages as usual. The place was crowded as usual too. The type of crowded where it's still oddly empty, but lot's of orders. The name was the only unusual thing about it, I thought it made the wrong impression on the bar when you saw it. I stepped in to the back to change. "Squee!" My eyes glowed at the new waitress outfit the owner had bought, pink, frilly and poofie of coarse. -With Berries and Cherries on it too.- "At least I have the cutest uniform ever!" I tied my hair up in a loose bun, people always said my hair was special because it was an odd shade of purple, that always made me blush. I put on my shoes and went to the kitchen for orders, there stood my ever sweaty manager Kiro.
"Hey Ren!" He yelled, his voice craggy from his usual screaming. "Start getting orders! And don't drop them this time!"
"I'm sorry Kiro..." I said quietly as I walked out. What an unhappy man. Ever since his kid ran away, I hope he finds him soon.
"I can't keep replacing these dishes, I know you mean well, but please be more careful"
"I'll try..."
All day I was swamped with orders, I was still occasionally dropping something here and there.
"Bye, bye Kiro! I'll pay for the broken dishes 'Kay??" I Said to the nervous manager as I made my quick escape.
I arrived home at about 10:00Pm and took off my outfit. My pajamas were getting worn but it's all I had so I put it on.
The rest of the night I just read books until I fell asleep, incidentally on the ground where I was reading.
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The next morning I awoke in a daze. My side ached where I had been laying on it and my hair was a mess, still in a loose bun. I decided it was best to get up and start my day.
I glanced at the clock, then walked away. "..." I glanced back again. "OH holy crap!" I yelled as I noticed I had overslept and was late for work. I rushed as I put on my shoes and brushed my hair. I got on my bike and started off, after falling a few times I finally made it to the bar.
I ran into the bar, it was packed with people, probably a new singer in town. Must be really popular with all these people. She ran to the back room. She tripped over people, dodging right and left. She tripped over a napkin and went hurdling into a man. "I'm so sorry! Are you hurt? I'm so sorr-" She looked up at the man she banged into. "Um hi..." He was the most handsome man she'd ever seen. He had oddly blue hair and matching blue eyes. "It's fine no need to worry, no harm done" He said with the most warming smile on his face. "Oh I'm sorry, my name is Ren" I managed to say. He reached his hand out to shake. "I'm Kaito, nice to meet you!" Kaito... what a beautiful name...
Second Sample -
I had the crazy belief that I was a dragon in the land of Kafudinapah, but alas I wasn't. Therefore when I jumped off the cliff, I landed pretty hard, as I'm sure you can imagine. I was in the hospital for 2 days until the doctor, who had a mild case of leprosy, told me to get my a** up because I was high and the cliff I jumped off of was just a toddlers ball pit, and that I had made a disturbance and the reason I was in the hospital in the first place was because a father beat me up. Any who, the point is that whilst I was unconscious, I dreamed I was a flower that couldn't speak and the ants were swarming and a man was about to step on me. I was, of course, distressed because I didn't want to die, so I screamed, but no one heard me. So now I am scared of anything disabling speech.
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