"The dark, drafty old house was lopsided and decrepit, leaning in on itself, the way an aging possum carrying a very heavy, overcooked drumstick in his mouth might list to one side if he were also favoring a torn Achilles tendon, assuming possums have them."
Ah, yes. The annual Bulwer-Lytton awards for (deliberately) bad opening sentences are upon us. Or, as the Sherlock Holmes entry would have it, “Arm yourself, Watson, there is an evil hand afoot ahead."
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Have you read How Not to Write a Novel by Howard Mittelmark? It's very amusing, but delivers much wisdom, too.
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