My bid for a rotten cherry:
Cathy ran from the house to Othello, as she called the dark moor, her hair wuthering from lack of conditioner, her eyes glistening like fish scales in the actinic starlight, to the arms of her lover, Mr Hodges the accountant.
Comments
insertponceyfre... | July 29, 2011 - 17:22
a spectacularly crappy piece of writing - well done! Brilliant IP - thank you for suggesting it
MistakenMagic | August 2, 2011 - 10:22
Nothing like an accountant to make a piece really stink :-P Great job, footsie!
Magic xxx