You Too Can Be A Writer!
Let’s have a laugh at some would-be writers who spend their precious time sending out unsolicited manuscripts with lines like these, from an editor who wishes to remain anonymous…
David wasn’t much, she admitted, but at least he was an up-and-coming businessman or lawyer.
She screamed in the soprano range until her diners came running.
Carlotta’s eyes dropped to the handkerchief in her hands.
His pen poised, he hovered over the white breast of the page.
The clouds continued their romp across the sky in the eager anticipation of the storm that lingered unmoving just above them.
‘You didn’t have to be an in-law to hate her guts,’ Chester said, ‘no pun intended.’
‘Goodnight,’ Lance forced. His feet were not in synch with his arms and he fell over a chair, popping blazer buttons all over the floor.
‘Hello,’ a voice yawned.
‘What a lousy time to blow up a house,’ Alfred muttered.
He grinned his infectious grin that would sweep any woman into his bedroom if he wanted it that way.
Shelley had a knockout figure that touched the ground from a height of five feet eight inches. She was a natural compliment to Brad’s six-foot plus non-fat frame.
‘It looks like a new beginning for us, Sylvia,’ Al choked.
She had to admit there was nothing hotter than a man with that kind of honed physique whose face was totally hidden.
She watched as his expression seemed to change. It became emotionless. Almost lifeless. Bronzed, savage features tightened until they seemed carved from stone as his eyes boiled like heated mercury.