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[zeus777]

she was a housewife who was hoping to get rich by writing novels online.
Once her “500 Shades of Pink” fan novel was finished, she went looking for someone to
proofread/edit the WHOLE story ( which was 700 pages long) for just $5.

She messaged several different sellers, but to her disappointment nobody wanted to help her,
and they all told her that she needed to pay at least $100 to get it done.

Angrily, she decided to message a seller saying…

[emmaki]

“I thought this site was called Fiverr? I’m very disappointed and I will be going to another seller from [CENSORED NATION] who understands what the true spirit of Fiverr is. I hope that you will reflect on your sheer greed, and I will also be complaining to customer support about your wanton disregard for their company policy. Also, I’m glad I didn’t hire you as you have a terrible grasp of the English language anyway. Quite frankly, I don’t think your work is worth $5, never mind $100. You should be ashamed of yourself!”

Jesykah Hausfraulein (pen name: Tristesse di Amore-Cox) pressed the green send button with venemous, self-righteous anger. That would show InglishWordExpertEdit123456! She had the upper hand here, of course, and this moron didn’t need to know she was lying through her teeth about finding another guy. She contemplated going to cheepwordz.com, but decided against it. After all, cheepwordz.com had proven to be tricky when it came to her old tricks of PayPal disputes, and her friend Amanda Woodentop (pen name: Vanessa Wilts) had assured her that Fiverr’s laxness in such affairs was very much in her favor.

Closing her laptop, she reflected on her multiple bestsellers: “Love at Lake Woebegone” “Agitated By The Wererabbit” and, of course, her seminal work “Wined, Dined and Fined”, a work that explored the legal dangers of outdoor love when cops were nearby.

“They just won’t get it,” she tutted to herself. “I’m a real writer, not like these hacks.”

Her self-indulgent reverie was broken as John Fiverr burst through the door holding an incontinent puppy dog and raving about Fiverr. In shock, Jesykah dropped her convenient plot-point mug on the floor, her mouth agape. She knew that Fiverr was really supportive of buyers, but this was on a whole other level.

John Fiverr dropped the dog, which started licking the whisky-infused coffee puddle laced with shattered pottery. “Uh, ma’am,” he said. “There’s a slight problem.”

“I know that,” sniffed Jesykah with all the disdain that a semi-successful erotica writer could muster. “What are you going to do about it?”

John Fiverr exhaled. He didn’t know how to explain any of it. Before he could attempt to answer Jesykah’s question completely wrongly as they were talking about different things that would soon be elaborated, the cute puppy started making horrible hacking sounds and heart-rending whimpering noises.

The question would have to wait.

[psychicbunny]

hi lol what are you guys doing

[miiila]

Had Johnny Fiverr looked out of the window in the moment the puppy had started with the weird noises, he would have witnessed a mysterious gig, er, happening.
A sandstorm was coming down the street, as if they were in the desert, or on Dune, or Tattooine, but, abruptly, right in front of the window the sand aggregated, and for the blink of an eye anyone who’d have been on the street or looked out of the window, but no one was, would have seen the sand taking the shape of a sandcastle for a moment, midair, but finally drifted down onto the asphalt, shape-shifting through various forms, including a bonsai godzilla and a frog, only to come to rest in the form of a sleeping dog, just like one of the sand sculptures the sellers who’d been banned by Fiverr for using the same IP from some digital nomad co-working space in Chiang Mai had taken to build in various shopping streets around the world, after their eviction from what been their last desperate attempt to gain some 4$ every now and then to survive.
But Johnny Fiverr did not look out of the window. No, he walked out of the door and his eyes locked on the takeout coffeemug next to the sand dog.
Five shiny 1$ notes looking as if right out of the press in it.

[zeus777]

hi lol what are you guys doing

We’re just a bunch of grown-ups having fun. Hey, it’s important to act like a 10 year old every now and then! 😃