...and any who are worried about the quality of their own writing. Take heart! At least you're not this author
*points at link*
http://vandonovan.livejournal.com/1088311.html
Worst piece of prose I have ever seen. Ever.
This is worse than the chicken that was not a chicken. Worse than the venom cock (heyo!). Worse than Laurell K. Hamilton's endless descriptions of Merry Gentry's hair (which I actually kind of like. Shut up).
And I quote:
"Her teeth were her only bracelet; she carried them within the red velvet purse of her lips. Her tongue was amber. Her tongue was a ferret, an anenome, a fox caught in the teeth of a tiger."
It goes on like this for two pages.
Her toes are snails, people! Snails with shells made of tears!
*points at link*
http://vandonovan.livejournal.com/1088311.html
Worst piece of prose I have ever seen. Ever.
This is worse than the chicken that was not a chicken. Worse than the venom cock (heyo!). Worse than Laurell K. Hamilton's endless descriptions of Merry Gentry's hair (which I actually kind of like. Shut up).
And I quote:
"Her teeth were her only bracelet; she carried them within the red velvet purse of her lips. Her tongue was amber. Her tongue was a ferret, an anenome, a fox caught in the teeth of a tiger."
It goes on like this for two pages.
Her toes are snails, people! Snails with shells made of tears!
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Shouldn't it be "the silky thatch of hair that surrounded her most secret and sacred of places was a field of wheat after the harvest" or something flowery like that? (and nevermind that said hair isn't generally "silky")
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The only body hair I've encountered that was even remotely soft was on arms, but of course the silky-pubesed type of heroine tends not to HAVE hair on her arms, even if Nair was never invented in her universe...
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And the publishing industry wonders why they have absolutely no credence anymore???!
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she just punched me in the face
with her words
it's like the literary equivalent of pepper spray
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Though I would have to ask: what does a gibbous moon smell like? And how can someone's face have that fragrance?
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Many, many people are wondering that now. According to Apollo astronauts, moonrocks smell faintly like gunpowder, but I doubt that's what the author had in mind.
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There's actually a dramatic reading someone did of the entire two pages (as well as one of six pages from the book), which impresses me mightily -- they get all the way through the thing without laughing.
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There must have been a lot of practice involved, is all I can say. *g*
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Dang.
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And her neck is like a wine bottle covered with dew and otters.
*dies*
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god... but "her navel was like a drowsy cat"
and this was PUBLISHED?
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that's sooooooo hilarious, i just, HE HAS STOLEN ALL OF MY WORDS FOR HIS METAPHORS AND I WOULD LIKE THEM BACK, PLEASE! XD
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WOW, THAT WAS BAD.
Who gave that the green light to be published? /o\
Also. Marmoset feet? Oh, baby YEAH. That's hot. *_*
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...Yeah, I fail to see the hotness there either (the author seems to have a weird obsession with animals, given the geese thighs and ferret tongue and anaconda spine and marmoset feet).
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"And then he rapes her. :D"
I'm a bad person.
If you liked that, by the way, you'll probably enjoy this: Night Travels of the Elven Vampire. Sadly, it's not nearly as wonderful as what you've linked, but it tries. From the commentary:
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