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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 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
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Tommy did not hear Boris’s reply, but in response to it Whittington said something that sounded like: “Of course—only in an emergency....”
“Yes,” she said quietly, “I am Jane Finn. I have a lot to tell you.”
His words gave Tuppence an extraordinarily desolate feeling.
Suddenly Boris stepped forward, and shook his fist in Tommy’s face.
He stood looking at her with a kind of desperate irresolution.
“Mon ami,” he replied, “you miss the point. I am looking for something that I do not see.”
“Mr. Vavasour, joint general manager of the London and Scottish Bank.”
“Yes, he usually took his little rook rifle with him, and I heard one or two shots in the distance.”
“I engaged her about three weeks ago when Mrs. Emery, our former housekeeper, left. She came to me from Mrs. Selbourne’s Agency in Mount Street—a very well-known place. I get all my servants from there. They sent several women to see me, but this Mrs. Middleton seemed much the nicest, and had splendid references. I engaged her on the spot, and notified the Agency of the fact. I can’t believe that there was anything wrong with her. She was such a nice quiet woman.”
I rather wished Poirot had been there. Sometimes I have the feeling that he rather underestimates my capabilities.
“Well, well,” said this extraordinary person, leaning back in his chair. “It’s a pity that the idea of being Lady Pedler doesn’t appeal to you. The other alternatives are rather crude.”
“Every one has been very kind to me,” I said gratefully.
“More than that, Sir Eustace, we have every reason to believe that the man who runs the whole show, the directing genius of the affair, is at this minute in Johannesburg.”
“I must explain, Anne. You see, as soon as I began to suspect Colonel Race, I was terribly upset about the diamonds. I wanted to stay on at the Falls in case he might have kidnapped you somewhere close by, but didn’t know what to do about the diamonds. I was afraid to keep them in my possession——”
Suzanne looked round her uneasily, as though she feared the walls might have ears, and then whispered vehemently in my ear.