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Practice and improve writing style. Write like Agatha Christie
Improve your writing style by practicing using this free tool
Practice makes perfect, sure, we all know that. But practice what?
If you do not have a good writing style, and you keep writing in that same style, then, it does not matter how much you write. At the end, you will still have that not so good writing style.
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You practice writing in the style of popular authors. Slowly, but surely, your brain will start picking up that same wonderful writing style which readers are loving so much, and your own writing style will improve. Makes sense?
Its all about training your brain to form sentences in a different way than what you are normally used to.
The difference is the same as a trained boxer, verses a regular guy. Who do you think will win a fight if the two go at it?
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Practice writing what is already there in popular books, and soon, you yourself would be writing in a similar style, in a similar flow.
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Practice and improve your writing style below
Below, I have some random texts from popular authors. All you have to do is, spend some time daily, and type these lines in the box below. And, eventually, your brain picks the writing style, and your own writing style improves!
Practice writing like:
- Abraham Bram Stoker
- Agatha Christie
- Arthur Conan Doyle
- Charles Dickens
- Ernest Hemingway
- Hg Wells
- Jane Austen
- Mark Twain
- Rudyard Kipling
Type these lines in the boxes below to practice and improve your writing style.
Suzanne approved this plan heartily. We made due and ostentatious preparations, inquiring once more about the departure of the train at the office and packing my luggage.
I enjoyed my soup. As I ate it I reminded him that he had not, after all, tendered me his advice.
“Just because you’re comfortably married and getting fat, you’ve forgotten that there’s any such thing as romance,” I ended.
“No. There are strict orders that no one is to see her until the ‘Colonel’ comes. Is she all right?”
“Yes. Long-headed, you know. A head whose width is less than 75 per cent. of its length,” I explained fluently.
“Well, the two men were apparently not on very good terms. Lowen is a speculator in quite a small way. Nevertheless, he has been able once or twice to score a coup off Davenheim in the market, though it seems they seldom or never actually met. It was a matter concerning some South American shares which led the banker to make his appointment.”
“Précisément,” said Poirot dryly. “Well, is he arrested, ce pauvre M. Lowen?”
“That may be,” he admitted. “One of your more sensible observations, Hastings. Well, we can do no more here. We have done all that mortal man can do. We have successfully pitted our wits against the late Andrew Marsh’s; but, unfortunately, his niece is no better off for our success.”
“The man who had a duplicate key, the man who ordered the lock, the man who has not been severely ill with bronchitis at his home in the country—enfin, that ‘stodgy’ old man, Mr. Shaw! There are criminals in high places sometimes, my friend. Ah, here we are. Mademoiselle, I have succeeded! You permit?”
“Of course, of course,” said Mr. Opalsen rather uncertainly. “Still——”
“So now it can’t be done until to-morrow,” finished Cynthia.
The door into the hall was a wide one. I had risen when Cynthia did, John was close by me. There were therefore three witnesses who could swear that Mrs. Inglethorp was carrying her coffee, as yet untasted, in her hand.
“He’ll be stopped by a policeman in another minute. There he goes, round the corner!”
“The good times will come again, Dorcas. At least, we hope so. Now, will you send Annie to me here?”
“Well, I don’t know, sir, I expect she would lock it up in that purple case of hers.”