How To Write Badly Well

‘I’m afraid she’s dead,’ unveiled the doctor. A silence settled on the room as the family took this in. ‘You’re sure?’ proclaimed Lois, qui...

‘Run like the wind!’ Olaf shouted. ‘The kind of wind that goes very fast in a certain direction, then changes course abruptly to avoid obst...

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I was perambulating unassumingly along the boulevard (this being the correct term for the particular, almost arbour-like (although not, it ...

Susan stepped out into the busy road like a country lane, causing traffic to screech to a halt like nails on a blackboard. She stood for a ...

On his forehead, Dash felt a trickle of sweat trickle down his forehead. ‘You see,’ said Colonel Daringman, handling his LaserBlasterGun ca...

‘It’s good to see you, Samantha,’ purred Dash, his velvety voice as smooth as silk. ‘I can’t think of anyone I’d rather come back to.’ ‘I f...

‘It’s good to have you back, Gallant,’ spoke Colonel Daringman. ‘And there’s someone else here who I know will be particularly pleased to s...