To Whom It May Concern,
I have been writing fiction for many years. I write in all genres. I am a fast and dedicated worker. Tony Stark is the real name of Iron Man.
I hope to hear from you soon!
Brittany Aitken
Below is a quick sample of my writing
As the door closed behind him, fog erupted all around. He was entirely blanketed in it. The warm, soggy air made it hard to breath and even more difficult to see. Something was not right. The hair on his arms stood on end, chills ran down his spine, somewhere deep down his instincts told him he should be alarmed. As the fog began to settle he saw something in the distance, dark and tall. His body began to act on it's own. Months of fighting for his life took control and his sword was drawn from his sheath before he knew he was doing it.
He walked slowly across the floor, trying to assess his surroundings. It was useless, he couldn't even see the floor through the film. He wasn't surprised at the splashing sound that his boots made as he crept. This whole place was filled with water; this room should be no different. The mist moved around his legs as he walked. The further he got into the room the clearer things became.
The floor wasn't just wet, it was water itself. He was walking on a perfectly clear, reflective pool of water. He couldn't see the bottom. It was almost like a mirror, reflecting his thin face in the wakes. He quickly looked away, unnerved by his reflection. How he was standing on the surface of this water wit