Prose that you should not be proud of, but you are anyway. · 7:00pm Jul 29th, 2019
Like sun-baked dog turds left on the lawn, the plate of brownies lacked any sort of appetising appeal, and were probably just as dry.
So... what prose do you regret writing?
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“Robin said that it would take ages for them to escape from duct tape bindings. I didn’t want to ask how he knew this.”