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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.
Here's how you improve
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?
Practice writing like professionals!
Practice writing what is already there in popular books, and soon, you yourself would be writing in a similar style, in a similar flow.
Train your brain to write like professionals!
Spend at least half an hour with this tool, practicing writing like professionals.
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.
“What right have you to detain me? I shall inform the police——”
“I—for reasons of my own I was in the neighbourhood, yes.”
“Harry,” I said at last, in a meek voice, “are we going to walk all the way to Rhodesia?”
I can’t flatter myself that he looked pleased to see me. As a matter of fact, he looked distinctly annoyed, but I insisted on his accompanying me back to the hotel. I get tired of having no one but Miss Pettigrew to talk to.
“My God!” he said anxiously. “Who un’arnessed them?”
But Giraud was not even listening. He twirled his cane amicably.
But Stonor hardly responded as I could have wished.
And what of Captain Arthur Hastings, humble chronicler of these pages?
The commissary’s mental processes were quicker than mine.
“I don’t believe you’ve got a sister,” I laughed. “If you have, her name is Harris!”
“I guess that’s what you’re after, Monsieur Poirot—though how you know about it fairly gets my goat!”
“I don’t know—except that he was a short man.”
I picked up the note he flicked across the table to me. It was brief and to the point.
“I think,” he said gently, “that I can find Narky’s pal for you, all right.”
There was a heavy step on the stairs, and Halliday entered the room.