Raman Kumar
10-17-2003, 06:00 PM
Hi there!
I'm currently offering the following services: creating new content and editing existing content for grammar, usage, spelling, punctuation and clarity. I've written articles for magazines, Web sites, guidebooks and newspapers. Rates are negotiable.
I believe the correct utilization of the English language is essential to professionalism, and sincerely hope you consider my offer. I would like to finish this post with excerpts from two of my award-winning stories.
Excerpt from "New Horizons".
The sound of a rooster's crow woke Shiva Singh from his peaceful slumber. His eyes fluttered open and he slowly rose from his cot. He tip-toed across the small room and pushed the wooden window shutter open. Shiva had allowed the rooster to wake him for only one reason; to witness the awakening of the Himalayas. Vast mountains stretched as far as the eye could see, with lush vegetation carpeting the foothills and patches of creamy snow dotting the higher regions. The sun glimmered just above the horizon, caressing the land with delicate golden rays. Shiva closed his eyes for a brief moment of prayer to Suraj, the Hindu Sun God, and murmured, "And thus he begins his journey across the sky in his flaming chariot."
At fifteen, Shiva was tall and slim with a shock of jet-black hair and the light-brown complexion typical of the mountain people. Although his eyes sparkled with energy, he radiated a calm demeanour. It was often said that he took after his father, Vikram Singh, in both looks and personality. This was a source of great pride for Shiva, for his father was a well-respected man.
Excerpt from "Moments of Being".
It was night by the time they arrived at the outskirts of a city that was bustling with activity and noise, even though the hour was late. Massive buildings were silhouetted against the star-strewn sky, and Danso's eyes widened in amazement. He had never seen such a sight before, but it was not towards the centre of the city where the mare trotted. Instead, she entered a dark alleyway where a beggar crouched over a meagre fire. Danso slowly dismounted and approached him with great trepidation.
Thanks for your time. :)
I'm currently offering the following services: creating new content and editing existing content for grammar, usage, spelling, punctuation and clarity. I've written articles for magazines, Web sites, guidebooks and newspapers. Rates are negotiable.
I believe the correct utilization of the English language is essential to professionalism, and sincerely hope you consider my offer. I would like to finish this post with excerpts from two of my award-winning stories.
Excerpt from "New Horizons".
The sound of a rooster's crow woke Shiva Singh from his peaceful slumber. His eyes fluttered open and he slowly rose from his cot. He tip-toed across the small room and pushed the wooden window shutter open. Shiva had allowed the rooster to wake him for only one reason; to witness the awakening of the Himalayas. Vast mountains stretched as far as the eye could see, with lush vegetation carpeting the foothills and patches of creamy snow dotting the higher regions. The sun glimmered just above the horizon, caressing the land with delicate golden rays. Shiva closed his eyes for a brief moment of prayer to Suraj, the Hindu Sun God, and murmured, "And thus he begins his journey across the sky in his flaming chariot."
At fifteen, Shiva was tall and slim with a shock of jet-black hair and the light-brown complexion typical of the mountain people. Although his eyes sparkled with energy, he radiated a calm demeanour. It was often said that he took after his father, Vikram Singh, in both looks and personality. This was a source of great pride for Shiva, for his father was a well-respected man.
Excerpt from "Moments of Being".
It was night by the time they arrived at the outskirts of a city that was bustling with activity and noise, even though the hour was late. Massive buildings were silhouetted against the star-strewn sky, and Danso's eyes widened in amazement. He had never seen such a sight before, but it was not towards the centre of the city where the mare trotted. Instead, she entered a dark alleyway where a beggar crouched over a meagre fire. Danso slowly dismounted and approached him with great trepidation.
Thanks for your time. :)