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Here are some samples of my posting style. They are broken into different literacy levels.
Writing Sample - Semi-literate
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Kavik of Sindaaah____•___•_••
Perched on a high up ledge that loomed over the city entrance, the young male couldn't help but smirk when a female entered who was accompanied by a black beast. He immediately knew she was not of his kind and a darker nature began to emerge as he stared down at her. She was rather toned for a female and strikingly beautiful. To his dismay, he would not have the will within him to fight her, so, opting for a more gentleman like stature, he simply walked off the edge he was sitting upon.
Without a peep, the wind harassed his body and his hair became a wild mess. Falling from such a height would fall under the term suicidal, but to Kavik is was mere pleasure. When his feet made contact with the ground, a light pulse was sent out in a ten foot radius of his standing. The structures nearby seemed unaffected, which was exactly how it was supposed to be.
Standing up to unfold himself, Kavik's brilliant blue eyes snapped toward the creature that stood outside the gate. "There, there kitty cat, no need to be alarmed. I am not here to hurt your dear mistress. I'm not that kind of man." Pivoting on this left foot, Kavik now stood practically face to face with Kai. "Well hello there, miss. Welcome to Lukat." Bending at the hips to bow, Kavik's bright blue eyes stayed locked on the female before him. "Please do not fear me, miss. I have nothing on my person that I would even dream of using on you." Turning, he added under his breath, "I don't assault women."
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Writing Sample - Semi-literate
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Alroy cocked a brow at the ridiculous look his sister gave him, but before he was about to comment, Kavik cut him off. "Ah, might I add how lovely you look today, my fair maiden." Bowing before her, he placed a gentle kiss on her hand and then bowed to the elder sister. "Rue, my lady, it has been far too long since we least engaged in a conversation." As Kavik spoke, his bold blue eyes gave his idiotic friend a stern look. Blow their cover and I'll be sure to drown you in the lake!
"Rue. Hmmmm. Interesting. And this is Lilly? Ah, the two females you were telling me about last week. My, my, what brings such lovely wanderers our way? This truly is a blessing," bending in toward them Alroy growled, "You're both so dead when this little game is done." Stepping back, he turned his attention back toward William. "You sure do have a way with women. Always drawing them in. Must be that swagger you have. Or perhaps women these days are more interested in... oh, I'm not sure, sadist pleasures?"
The back of a hand flung into Alroy's cheek. Glaring at his shorter brunette friend, the prince scoffed and added, "I'm only kidding." Not really, but sheesh, if you're going to slap me like that again, I will most certainly not mention sadistic ways again. Rubbing his now raw red cheek, he took a side step away from his friend. Kavik was not a man to offend or be rude in front of. He was... well, different.
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Writing Sample - Literate
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[IMGRIGHT]http://i45.tinypic.com/33yopcx.jpg[/IMGRIGHT]x--- Cue Nieko Colte ---x
•••Asylum Military Guard who is more than willing to use... brute force
Nieko rolled over in bed. Glaring at his alarm clock, the jade eyed male moaned. As he exhaled, he rolled over and out of his bed. Landing with a light thud, Nieko rubbed his behind. Stretching on the floor, the brunette moved right into a set of push-ups. After about 500 single-handed push-ups (250 per side), Nieko turned over onto his back. Another long rep count of crunches followed, and then, after doing some squats, the green-eyed male walked into another room - the bathroom.
Removing all this clothes from his toned, yet slender body, Nieko let the icy cold water splash across his body. Even though the temperature of the water was about 64 degrees Fahrenheit, just touching his body caused there to be a slight steam effect in the room. A rather high pitched sneeze came from his mouth as he lathered his hair was shampoo. Letting the water 'caress' his face, Nieko ruffled out his hair as he naked self stepped from the shower. His dainty feet swept silently across the tiled floor. Each stepped seemed faster and more precise as he moved back into his room.
His green eyes flickered over toward his closet. Tugging on a black uniform, Nieko let loose a rather wicked laugh. Spinning around, he couldn't help but admire his dashing good looks. As he spun around, his boots made a light clicking with the wooden floor.
Click, click, click. Nieko walked outside and only the small stones that descended down a hill to the street below. The street below was actually the main gate to the asylum that he worked at. Briskly walking over, Nieko identified himself with all the necessary protocol. As he took in his last breath of 'pure' air, Nieko smirked at the guard located at the main entrance. "It's a lovely day to get stuck guarding, is it not?"
His brown bangs fell into his eyes as he walked about to find his boss. He knew his assignments would be the same as always, but it was better safe than sorry. So he figured it would be best to just to confirm his posting and duties.
"Sir!" Clicking his heels together and saluting his boss, Nieko lowered his hand and stood at attention. "Duties for today, may I inquire them?" Duties for today, may I inquire them? Now that was gay sounding. Oh well, no point in correcting myself. His jaded eyes looked coldly at his boss. "And, as far as my assignments are concerned, should you need to tag on additional missions, I will be more than happy to carry them out." His eyes hinted at his true self. His... darker nature. Nieko wasn't really one to be mistaken as a 'bad guy.' But, he actually was. A cold-hearted, merciless... murderer.
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Writing Sample - Literate/Advanced Literate
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[IMGRIGHT]http://i56.tinypic.com/2zz2kcw.jpg[/IMGRIGHT]Light flooded into his eyes as whiteness swallowed him whole. Snorting, the rusty haired male rolled over onto the endless sea of sheets. The light amber skin tone broke through the cloud-like heaven his body was nestled upon. A gentle whimper came from her direction. Smirking at his situation, he was proud to be a werewolf rather than a filthy bloodsucker. Had he been breed that wicked species, the woman he just soiled would have been not only his sexual appetizer, but also his dessert.
His golden eyes looked lustfully into hers as he placed a light kiss on her forehead. "I'm a dead man, you know that right." His lips moved flawlessly as he spoke each syllable of the words that danced off his lips. "But you like being a bad girl, so I guess I'm not to blame." A quick nose nuzzle followed before the male stood and sought out his clothing. Scratching his head, Tarek shot the naked woman a puzzled look. "Did you eat my clothes or something?" Her head shook a bashful no. "Heh. Oh well. I heard nude is in these days. Later." Placing his black framed glasses on his nose, the male waved her a farewell.
Slipping outside, Tarek morphed into his rust colored wolf form. A large puff of exhaled air circled around his muzzle. "Well that was fun. It's a shame we only agreed for a single one night stand.... Hmmmm, I wonder where the pack is and what they are up to." Ears flicking forward, then shooting back, Tarek darted toward the forest where home was. With each embrace made by his paws to the earth, the wolf picked up speed. He wasn't a powerful beast, but he was fast. Speed and deception, those were his ultimate skills. If there was ever a skill more necessary for survival it would be speed - speed to run away and flee. Too bad Tarek was a stubborn fool who wouldn't abandon his family.
With home now in his golden eyes, the wolf slowed to a near haunt. Trotting up the path, Tarek Lovell resumed his atrocious posture. Being the loner, he was more or less seen as an omega, or the lowest ranking member of the pack. Being as he was, Tarek wasn't one to really fuss or mind this little label he was given. The baggage and shit he had to deal with was what he thrived for. He actually felt useful during these times. It was the void that killed him and drove him away. However, Tarek had always been the independent kind of man, so even though he hated being alone, he ultimately loved it.
"Hey," the red colored wolf muttered under his breath. "What are my duties for tonight, my lady?" Lowering his head five inches lower so his black nose almost gracefully skimmed the ground, Tarek's wandering eyes shifted about to analyze the situation he imposed himself upon. "I sense an unease. Are the vamp-pricks out, again?" Head still lower than the alpha's, Tarek waited for the answers. But, he half expected to be ignored as he was typically overlooked.
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Writing Sample - Advanced Literate
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When his phone went off, Blake immediately went all giddy. "Hey there baby face. How's my sexy Kitty-Kat doing today?" Making a kissing sound into the phone, he moved the cell from his left ear to his right. "God I've missed you. One of these days you'll have to let me stay over. I'm just dying to see you."
Sliding into the limo, Blake shot his friend a bizarre glance. "So you know my good bud Sammy-K? Well, the moron overslept for his big day. He's going to get it when his ex-wife manager finds out he was late. Oh, I think I'm just going to add fuel to the fire and say he had a hooker over. Wouldn't that be entertaining?" Winking, Blake's attention went back to his girl on the other side of the line. "God baby, I want to kiss those lips. Heh, maybe when Mister Famous Author here is signing, I might slip away and play hookie with you? Eh, does that sound fun? Perhaps you can teach me something you learned in college. Something about physical attraction?"
When the car rolled up to the book store's curb, Blake's eyes nearly fell from his head. "Holy Mother of Beef! Check out that crowd! Dude, you're rich and famous! Ha ha! Ya hear that Kitty? My bud is rich and famous! After party tonight? You. Me. Hot tub. Alone. Well, I gotta go. Love you, Kitty."
Sliding his phone into his pocket, he elbowed Sam. "Dude, dude, dude! Look at all the babes! I'm bettin' fidy dolla that that slut is pantie-less!" Getting out of the car, Blake shot his hands into the air. "No need to scream ladies, your prince charming is... here." Handing swinging down but then shooting back up, Blake lifted the nearby school girl's skirt. As predicted, she was without panties. "Hot," he flirted with her as he pushed by.
"Please, please, please. No need to scream, my loving fans. I'm here. But I must ask, why are you all so... early? This signing thing doesn't start until I arrive. So don't be hatin' cuz you had to wait. The famous are never late. We're also on-time."
Pushing past the fawning, swooning, and bra-removing fangirls, Samuel Parker paused when he saw the sexy security guard he'd be given. "Hot damn. You, my angel from heaven, are going to be my inspiration. The first book was about a girl named Candi Spice and her misfortunes in the big city. This next book, will be about how she crosses path with a deviously handsome writer who sweeps her off her feet and brings her into his world of riches, jewels, and glamor."
Using his hands as rulers, he took a step back and nodded. "You're a bit less busty, but you'll do. I'll make you famous, angel. Famous!" Pushing the glass door open, he plopped himself on his so-called thrown. "Come hither my adoring fan club. Let me read you my favorite section and then my John Hancock shall meet your book! That is, unless you'd rather I sign... elsewhere." Leaning over toward Cecilia, he whispered, "I'll sign that fine rack of yours, but I'll expect something in return."
Blowing her a kiss, he spun around and paged through the book titled Sex-City: The Lost and the Fallen. "Ah, ha! Here we are!" Grin on his face and book beneath his nose, the words he wrote trailed off his tongue with such poise, emotion, and intensity.
"Her eyes burned bright with illumination from an ill dream. A dream that could never be brought to life. Henceforth, Candi would suffer from within as that bullet that crippled his pelvis continued to borrow within. Blood pouring from her heart and onto the pavement, she could see the circles drawn out. Her body would be found the following morning. Dead. Dead beneath the very lamppost where her so-called lover was to woo her, Candi looked up to see the hollow remains of a silver tool. The gun which hung from her lover's hands collided with the ground. It made a soft pinging noise, which forced her throbbing eyes closed. Breathing in her final breath, he prayed that this traitorous man would fall where he stood. Smite from that unreal god, that's what she wanted. But, alas, she knew it would not come as the light that brings souls into heaven was calling her name. This, she believed, was her final breath...."
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