Okay...y'all know the drill. I'll write it, and Rmail it to you when it's done and edited. I do short stories, blurbs(those summaries on the back of books), basically anything.
As for prices; commision is free but tips are loved!
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My website is soon to be up, but here's my profile on BookRix(it's a writing site): http://www.bookrix.com/-aliceheartjazz
You can check out any of the writing there, feel free to star and/or comment if you have an account!
For those of you who don't feel like clicking the above, here's a snippet from a popular mythology-based fantasy story of mine on BookRix:
“Solstice!” Ember called behind me. I turned to face her and she crossed her arms. “Why aren’t you wearing the dress? And what happened to your face?”
I clenched my jaw, annoyed by her pointing out the obvious bruise. “Ask Rama,” I muttered.
She looked over her shoulder. “Oh, speaking of Rama, he’s waiting. C’mon, put on the dress, we have to go!”
“Let him wait. And I’m not wearing that dress.”
Ember looked disappointed. “Solstice, this wedding’s supposed to be a huge celebration for everyone down here. You’re ruining everyone’s fun.”
I saw Aldephos bounding towards me and he skidded to a stop. “Hades,” he panted. “says to get over there now.”
I laughed. “Tell him that if Rama’s there, I’m not going.” There was a slight flash and my father stood before me, looking pissed. I quickly tilted my head so that the bruise was hidden. No matter how much I wanted him to see what Rama had done, I wasn’t in the mood to hear his excuses for it.
“Solstice, you will marry Rama today,” he said calmly. I ignored him, staring down at the uneven rocky floor. “Even if I have to drag you down there myself. Now get dressed.” Each word was clipped and said with carefully controlled anger.
My head snapped up, forgetting about the bruise. I wasn’t going to let anyone push me around anymore; I was done. With all of it.
“No.”
His eyes flared, on the verge of snapping. “What?”
“I said no. I’m seventeen now, you can’t tell me who to marry, what to wear, what to do. I can take care of my own life—I have been for years! What right do you have to control my life like you’re really my father? When have you ever acted like my father except when it’s good for you? You handed me off to the Angels practically the moment I was born, and now you come around pretending you know best and wanted to be Dad again? No, okay? I’m done. With all of this.”
His eyes were locked on me the whole time, and now he grabbed my chin. “Who did this to you?” he demanded. I jerked away.
“Like you care.”
“Solstice, I want to know who did this and why.” He was eerily calm. “Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to,” I said softly, and pushed past him. I don’t know what possessed me not to blurt out how Rama had given his speech and then backhanded me the moment we were out of his sight. But I think it had something to do with Rama himself.
I strolled into a large cavern where several Dark Angels were about. Rama leaned against the far wall, looking roguish and fatally irresistible with his messy blue-black hair that curled near his ears and slanted golden eyes and wings such a deep black they seemed to be made from the essence of Rama himself. The mysterious and unnatural lighting of the caverns threw purple tints on the sleek feathers. When he met my gaze, I had a thought of a cobra eying its prey. He smiled, a lazy and confident smile, and pushed off the wall. I approached him head-on without hesitation. We both knew it would take a lot more than one bruise to break me.
As soon as he came within arm’s length, I pulled out the switchblade from my jeans pocket and pointed it at him. The blade gleamed.
“If you touch me,” I informed him rather calmly. “I won’t hesitate to kill you.”