
It was a dark and stormy night. A real toad strangler.
With Illiterary fiction the language is less challenging, the imagery as strong as a soggy Starbucks cup, and the characters detailed with the most fashionable clichés, and the story line is startlingly tepid. Illiterary fiction by design leaves a slight impression.
It was a dark and stormy night. A real toad strangler. With his back to the wall, the big cheese saw a glimmer of hope to get out of his predicament. It was time to do or die, so at the 11th hour he made a last ditch effort to make or break the bank against all odds. As luck would have it, he had an ace up his sleeve. Like a knife through butter, he was soon in the clear. It was just like shooting fish in a barrel. After it was all over, he heaved a huge sigh of relief.
Although it sounded like a cock and bull story to many, the big cheese was flying on cloud 9. Having signed a lucrative book deal to tell his life’s story, the big cheese was laughing all the way to the bank.
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This literally made me die laughing. Literally! I laughed so hard I puked my guts out. But seriously, I’m going to read this to my Intro to Creative Writing students on Tuesday.