Writing | Page 10 | Points in Case

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The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in 3,362 pounds of pure American muscle, must be intolerably stupid.

But after all my sacrifice, my masterpiece sold only sixty-three copies, fifty of which I pawned my furniture to buy.

Little did I know then that I would soon join the ranks of those with no hope of escaping or being opened even in the slightest manner.

I know we’ve only got a few hundred words to work with. Surely, though, it wouldn’t take much to give me a bit more personality.

I didn't think much of it when we got a tip that the script was sitting in the bottom of a wastebasket in a Starbucks bathroom on Milwaukee Ave.

Before you roll your eyes, remember, I am optional. If you want to half-ass this job application, don't say I didn't give you the opportunity.

The grocer is like heaven, everyone exalts it, but no one wants to go there now.

It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Class had started, but half the students wouldn’t show up until 13:10.

What if those years embroiled in a sadistic old bat’s cruel ploy to take revenge could be avoided by setting deranged convicts loose in your youth?

You're a master of your craft. No, not the hazy IPA you're drinking, but you're a master of that too.

The document that I sent you by mistake, “Human Meat and the Future of Farming,” may seem like a confession, but I assure you it is not.

Your Date reserves the right to describe your physical shortcomings, erroneous grammar, ill-chosen wardrobe, and sub-par erotic technique in detail.