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Practice and improve writing style. Write like Ernest Hemingway
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.
His mother went on crying. Krebs put his arm on her shoulder.
'And the head/ he said, tapping his forehead, 'But the head isn't worth as much.'
'Where did we stay in Paris? 3 he asked the woman who was sitting by him in a canvas chair, now, in Africa.
Retana was still considering him, leaning back in his chair, considering him from a long way away.
'That makes nothing. She died last December then, and he notified the commune. 5
The music started and Robert Cohn said: “Will you dance this with me, Lady Brett?”
“He’s not dead,” Mike said. “I know he’s not dead. He’s just passed out on Anis del Mono.”
“You don’t work. One group claims women support you. Another group claims you’re impotent.”
Anyhow, we were sitting on the terrace of the Café Select, and Harvey Stone had just crossed the street.
“Oh, nobody reads him now,” Harvey said, “except the people that used to read the Alexander Hamilton Institute.”
The Gran Maestro held up two fingers as a man might do giving odds where he had credit, and all the betting was on the nod.
'Don't talk about such things,' the boatman said. 'Things like that don't happen. I don't want to think about it.'
'No, please. Leave them open if you like it that way.'
'I wish it was me taking the medicine instead of you.'
'I've had some damn good times in my life without sheets.'