Just think, someday, if I work really hard I, too, will be able to write like that. And sad to say, I'm not even joking....
The dark cloud came creeping in over the somnolent city like an olive-green sleeping bag stained with purple. Filomena tilted her head and looked upward, gazing at the gathering storm. Would Horace return soon? Would he arrive in time, glowing with manly courage and carrying the prize he had so valiantly vowed to find? Or would he, like so many others before him, return as a broken reed, a lost soul who had failed to meet his sacred duty in the midst of burgeoning chaos? Each tender pink blossom on her bodice moved in synchrony with her heaving bosom. Marat, her poodle, snuggled into her lap, his liquid brown eyes beseeching her to give him another munchie. "Be patient, Marat," Filomena breathed. "Horace will return. I feel it in the cockles of my heart."
© 2007 by Nymtoc. Don't anybody dare plagiarize this!
© 2007 by Nymtoc. Don't anybody dare plagiarize this!