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100 Word Essay

Creating A Decent 100-Word College Essay: Basic Rules


Creating a 100- word college is not a very easy approach since you have to accumulate your thought within 100 words. This can prove to be a testing period for you since you have to prove your calibre through the composition you need to write within that limited wordings. In case you don’t have the courage to form an essay, you can always find assistance online.

In order to create a decent essay on such a limited number of words, you need to follow certain rules:

  • You need to research a lot. See, how the trending topics are being presented in a precise and short format.

  • Gather ideas about the topics you need to write. Jot down the important information you have got hold of regarding them.

  • Practise writing a lot; there is no better substitute than well practised and thoroughly researched write-ups.

  • Get your draft writing checked up by your teacher. This will help you rectify the mistakes, and you can always seek for more information from your teacher in this manner, which you can later put in your article to make it a fruitful and informative one.

  • Learn the basic differences and approach to writing different kinds of treatise- narrative, argumentative, opinion or expository essay. Gain knowledge of how they are being written in different manners.

How will you create an article for college?

  • Keep in mind the differences between the varied kinds of discourses you may require writing.

  • Begin with a proper introduction for the specified format. It should not be too elaborate, as you need to maintain an average of 100-120 words. Write the introduction in a minimum of 20-25 words.

  • Move on to the body; support it with the evidence you gathered. The more information you can put in, the more valuable will your article be. This section shall be of minimum 75-80 words

  • Conclude with a small summary of about 20 words. Never introduce a new concept in this section.

These are the ways you can write a composition for your college. If you are not sure, you can always look for the essay writing services available online that caters to the college students also. Be sure to do a thorough background check of that site before you spend money to buy an essay from them. Ask for their credentials, check the site’s success rate and look at the customer feedback section to gain an idea about the site.

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