/lit/ - Literature

>>19338609
They all do.

>>19338609
you should enjoy this anon!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A9r2c6JzmJM

>it was a dark and sodomy night

Name five (5)

>>19338609
>It was a bright and sunny day

>>19338609
>It was a bright cold day in April...
how does he get away with it?

>>19338804
Trite. Pretentious. Derivative.

>>19338609
>IT WASN’T A DARK AND STORMY NIGHT. It should have been, but that’s the weather for you.
I thought it was funny when I was younger

>>19338609
I usually start my shit with something about cold wind in the late afternoon.
>>19338713
That's just the twenty first century, anon.

It was a dark and stormy night.
Not here, but somewhere in the world it surely was.

>tfw I started my nanowrimo story by talking about an incoming storm

I'm a hack, aren't I?

>>19338609
It was all a dream.

It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents—except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness.

>>19338809
It was a day

>>19339286
at least you didn't start your story with your character waking up.

>It was a dim and hazy dusk

>>19338609
From the now descending sun into the dark curve of the Earth, the entire city's skyline blossomed in an amethyst radiance that expanded like a bell curve, symetrically up and down, peaking at the center of the somber horizontal line of pitch-black blocky buildings, monoliths of all manners of modernist shapes and designs, heavens tearing skyscrapers and superstructures that from this side of the bay seemed so small, yet still self-expressive, as if their pose had the attitude of a pulsing, living and breathing model, bodly making their fashion statement, with that look of determnation in their eyes. This radiance was of a bright, downright neon-colored shine of magenta that dissipated smoothly towards the gentle rosed tinge that coated the night's sky to a certain point, meeting the limits of darkness seamlessly, like the point where the daring eyeshadow of a young woman meets her unpainted skin. The big brige to the left, classically shaped as they always are, with tall equilateral metal structures connected to each other by long cables forming thin smiles over the sky, was still imposed onto the crepuscular backdrop of the tangerine dyed final moments of sun during dusk.

>>19339411
I'm going to prove my hack qualities by ending it with my character waking up spiritually

It was a foggy soggy morning.

i dont eat popcorn while reading my books

Why don't more novels open with a nice, friendly "Hello"?