I'm a creative writer with a pension for romance, though I like to think of myself as versatile. I work well with deadlines and shouldn't have an issue with the amount of words per dollar. Here is a sample of my work:
Sleep is one of the few moments you expect to be safe. You close your eyes and you assume that everything is well with the lights shut off in your mind one by one. I don’t know how long I’d been out. It felt like I was under the surface deep, in swirls of comfortable darkness that I felt so safe curled up in. That was until I felt a gentle tug, it pulled me up through that heavy slumber until I crack my eyes open. There’s the darkness of my ceiling, the light spin of the fan. My necklace hanging suspended just high enough to catch my eye. The pendant, a sailor’s cross, held upside down and shifting as it hung there as if on its own.
Sleep clouds me so much that I don’t comprehend it. I have no clue what’s going on until the chain around my neck goes taut. It pulls tight, cutting off my breath and making each one I manage a struggle. Something I can’t see is trying to strangle me! I grab at my necklace, there’s no hands to scratch at it's just the little chain cutting into my skin. I manage a few struggled breaths until my left shoulder is pressed back into the mattress. The muscles spasmed and my vision starts to blur. There wasn’t anything I could do.
I jerked forward and a gasp tore through me. The spasming in my shoulder stopped and the only thing holding