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Wow, this is awesome. Made an entry for next year for the Dark & Stormy category, which seems to exist by virtue of the rules discouraging you from using it: I

Wow, this is awesome. Made an entry for next year for the Dark & Stormy category, which seems to exist by virtue of the rules discouraging you from using it: It was a Dark & Stormy night in Chiang Mai, with monsoon weather rapidly setting in only those up to no good dared brave the streets, however in Sacramento where this book is set it was actually a fairly pleasant afternoon.

imagin8or 7y ago
Congratulations?
- reitzensteinm 7y ago
  Well the way this works is you can either join in the fun yourself or abstain and take the piss out of those that have a go, but I'm afraid you do have to pick a lane, imagin8or.
  - imagin8or 7y ago
    It was a dark and stormy lane, amidst a dark and stormy night, and down the lane shuffled a small ragged pile of clothes hiding a small and ragged child. She approached the fork in the lane, wherein the choices led to Town and to the hamlet of Ruin. Town held Rita's past and future, her torment and her only family. Ruin was several miles off, and on any other day she would only have glanced at that fork and dreamed. But today she had been given a wide brimmed hat by a pitying Lady, and instead of misery beneath the rags lay a tiny kernel of hope, sheltered from the rain. As she neared the fork hope was fanned into anger, and into need, and into determination. For so many nights the rain had beat so hard against her face that she could barely see to walk, let alone to choose her path. But tonight she had just a few inches of respite, the luxury of seeing the fork for the choice it was. Her fists clenched and her mouth set hard, her shuffle turned to a stride, and she chose her path, joining unknowingly every other shuffling wretch who before her had reached their last drop of hope and spent it taking the path to Ruin, where no one would dare to seek them.
    - masonic 7y ago
      I think you missed the "single sentence" constraint.
      - YeGoblynQueenne 7y ago
        Bah. Sentence schmentence: It was a dark and stormy lane, amidst a dark and stormy night, and down the lane shuffled a small ragged pile of clothes hiding a small and ragged child (fullstop) She approached the fork in the lane, wherein the choices led to Town and to the hamlet of Ruin (fullstop) Town held Rita's past and future, her torment and her only family (fullstop) Ruin was several miles off, and on any other day she would only have glanced at that fork and dreamed (fullstop) But today she had been given a wide brimmed hat by a pitying Lady, and instead of misery beneath the rags lay a tiny kernel of hope, sheltered from the rain (fullstop) As she neared the fork hope was fanned into anger, and into need, and into determination (fullstop) For so many nights the rain had beat so hard against her face that she could barely see to walk, let alone to choose her path (fullstop) But tonight she had just a few inches of respite, the luxury of seeing the fork for the choice it was (fullstop) Her fists clenched and her mouth set hard, her shuffle turned to a stride, and she chose her path, joining unknowingly every other shuffling wretch who before her had reached their last drop of hope and spent it taking the path to Ruin, where no one would dare to seek them (fullstop) (like, for real) There. FTFY.
ksaj 7y ago
That looks like a run-on sentence as well. After "streets" should either be a period, or at least a semi-colon. Maybe its missing a couple of colons in the second half as well. Well done!

imagin8or 7y ago

Congratulations?

reitzensteinm 7y ago
Well the way this works is you can either join in the fun yourself or abstain and take the piss out of those that have a go, but I'm afraid you do have to pick a lane, imagin8or.
- imagin8or 7y ago
  It was a dark and stormy lane, amidst a dark and stormy night, and down the lane shuffled a small ragged pile of clothes hiding a small and ragged child. She approached the fork in the lane, wherein the choices led to Town and to the hamlet of Ruin. Town held Rita's past and future, her torment and her only family. Ruin was several miles off, and on any other day she would only have glanced at that fork and dreamed. But today she had been given a wide brimmed hat by a pitying Lady, and instead of misery beneath the rags lay a tiny kernel of hope, sheltered from the rain. As she neared the fork hope was fanned into anger, and into need, and into determination. For so many nights the rain had beat so hard against her face that she could barely see to walk, let alone to choose her path. But tonight she had just a few inches of respite, the luxury of seeing the fork for the choice it was. Her fists clenched and her mouth set hard, her shuffle turned to a stride, and she chose her path, joining unknowingly every other shuffling wretch who before her had reached their last drop of hope and spent it taking the path to Ruin, where no one would dare to seek them.
  - masonic 7y ago
    I think you missed the "single sentence" constraint.
    - YeGoblynQueenne 7y ago
      Bah. Sentence schmentence: It was a dark and stormy lane, amidst a dark and stormy night, and down the lane shuffled a small ragged pile of clothes hiding a small and ragged child (fullstop) She approached the fork in the lane, wherein the choices led to Town and to the hamlet of Ruin (fullstop) Town held Rita's past and future, her torment and her only family (fullstop) Ruin was several miles off, and on any other day she would only have glanced at that fork and dreamed (fullstop) But today she had been given a wide brimmed hat by a pitying Lady, and instead of misery beneath the rags lay a tiny kernel of hope, sheltered from the rain (fullstop) As she neared the fork hope was fanned into anger, and into need, and into determination (fullstop) For so many nights the rain had beat so hard against her face that she could barely see to walk, let alone to choose her path (fullstop) But tonight she had just a few inches of respite, the luxury of seeing the fork for the choice it was (fullstop) Her fists clenched and her mouth set hard, her shuffle turned to a stride, and she chose her path, joining unknowingly every other shuffling wretch who before her had reached their last drop of hope and spent it taking the path to Ruin, where no one would dare to seek them (fullstop) (like, for real) There. FTFY.

ksaj 7y ago

That looks like a run-on sentence as well. After "streets" should either be a period, or at least a semi-colon. Maybe its missing a couple of colons in the second half as well. Well done!