Grammarly Guy Novels & Stories

Ritchelle teased just as I settled into my seat. “Me is the stressed by the students, but I scolded them, which make me the stresser,” I replied, playing along with the joke. Alyssa, delicately slicing the egg white from her sunny-side-up to give to Veruca later, rolled her eyes. As an English teacher, our exaggerated broken grammar visibly annoyed her. “Wow. I’m amazed you two can even understand each other,” she muttered. “Join we. We is the teaches you how to says we is the language,” Ritchelle offered with a grin.

“Yup. Spill.” I peeked at her through my fingers. “Fine. I’m… okay. Better than okay, actually. Graham has been—” I hesitated, smiling despite myself. “He’s been amazing. Overbearing, sometimes but amazing.” “Overbearing how?” “Like yelling at the maids about how much honey should go in my tea or acting like I’ll break if I walk too fast.” Lily burst out laughing. “Oh Goddess, I would pay money to see that. Graham, the big scary Alpha, scolding servants about tea.”

"Who do you think you're talking to?" "It was complete garbage. For one, the grammar was horrifying. You missed up the smallest thing like there their and they're, and some characters spoke as if they never passed grade three, which was detrimental to the entire chapter." He reached for the booklet, and opened it to page nine, pointing to a sentence, "He raced. He jumped, he smiled and he cried. What the hell does that even mean?" "Eric you better—" "And even more, you can't even draw. The characters look like snakes, some look like pigs. The whole chapter seemed to have been written by a fifth grader, and I even think a child could do better work than this. You take full credits from your e

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he said into the phone, his eyes narrowing at my chart, "Lower the threshold. We need to see the anomalies before the banks do." He circled the word improve—the word I knew was wrong. He didn't just circle it, he drew a thick, angry red ring around it. Then he moved to the next line. He underlined a sentence where the grammar was messy. He crossed out a whole paragraph where my voice-to-text had messed up the meaning. Red marks started to fill the white paper like blood.

“What nonsense have you written in this letter? Your punctuations are wrong! Your vocabulary. Zero! You couldn’t even compose a good simple sentence. What is wrong with you?” Stephanie’s heart thumped against her chest like a sledgehammer and sweat covered her face instantly. “Sir, I’m sorry. I…” “I already sent the letter to our client before he sent it back to me, telling me to check the nonsense I sent to him! What is wrong with you, Stephanie? What is so hard about composing a letter?” He further raged at her, and Stephanie’s throat contrasted painfully.

sigh. Idiot. Gram's mental touch was gentle, but her words were harsh. I warned you, she sent. He's a Dumont, Syd. Remember that. Maybe it was rude to cut her off, but I wasn't really in the mood for I told you so. ***

The thing that bothered her though was a brief, semi-cryptic status posted only yesterday: | Time 4 change | In her mind, Kate found herself correcting his grammar and adding an article in front of “change”. This was a habit she picked up since they started going out. She had even offered to have his grammar corrected before he posted anything. Kate did the same with most of her friends, which was how she got her other nickname the “Grammarly Nazi”.

You need to be creative, and grammar must be good. The publishing company that I am currently working on is a blessing in disguise because editors like Arthur assign to their respective writers to help them fix their minor mistakes. Anyone can be a storyteller, even if your grammar is terrible. However, one person can help you improve it but much more incredible if you don't need it at all. Well, I'm not that kind of a writer. I still do need some proofreader and editor with my works. I'm not that confident with my grammar at all.

Liam put the sheet back down next to the others in the pile. "I wanted to make sure everything's correct." "We have an accountant who does this, as far as I remember. " "I didn't notice you come in." Liam sounded exhausted. "That much I gathered. Have you slept at all?" "Of course." Callum knew it wasn't so but decided not to argue with his brother. The few people who occasionally did cross his brother quickly discovered it was futile, despite the matter in question. Instead, he relaxed back and crossed his legs. "I received the letter."