The “clunk” of the guillotine blade’s release reminded Marie Antoinette, quite briefly, of the sound of the wooden leg of her favorite manservant as he not-quite-silently crossed the polished floors of Versailles to bring her another tray of petit fours. — Leslie Craven, Hataitai, New Zealand
The [adjective] [adjective] sun rose in the [adjective] [adjective] sky, shedding its [adjective] light across the [adjective] [adjective] [adjective] land.”
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That’s so clever did they really get a ‘pittance’ exactly how much was that, or was it a metaphorical pittance, answer on a postcard please.
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A pittance seems to be in the spirit of the competition…I bet the academics in San Jose have a hoot judging it. They accept entries by email all year around and the results are announced in the summer.
Why don’t you enter? When you don’t win you can say…even when I tried I couldn’t write a bad sentence!
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Apart from the brackets, I quite like Bulwer-Lytton’s effort…