Can you imagine "It was a dark and stormy night" ever being a new way to hook a reader?
I read the winners of the 2011 Lyttle Lytton Competition the clever and the cringey.
My poetically crafted sentence is colouring the scene until every shade blends to confounded grey:
Rain teared the cobbles until the sodden ground oozed; the wind, like the keening wails of sudden widows, howled through deserted streets and lightning peaked in bleaching flashes across the rooftops’ bare-boned spars, each hunched against the grieving force, when the tempest swelled and the army floundered far from home. (50words)
CAN YOU WRITE THE WORST OPENING SENTENCE FOR A NOVEL?
"Tick is not following tock," said Maurice the clockmaker as he licked at a sooty spring in the back of the watch.
Ugh! Of course, it could just be me - germs, things with moving parts and mouths ;)