I have been having trouble with my plot. Jennie, one of my classmates, told me the nameless body might be my problem. I need to talk to him and get his story. Obviously he isn't an unbiased witness. Maybe I'll get some answers.
Fiction writing is stranger than fiction.
When I pointed it out, two of our Lebanon Scribblers decided to outdo my effort. Johanna Mohringer wrote a rhymed poem of 100 words. Mark Fewell wrote an entire little horror story in one 100 word sentence. There was some question about Johanna's word 'winterclothes,' but since Johanna's brand of English, even after many years, is still flavored occasionally by the syntax of her native Holland, we allowed her a little poetic license. I'd reckon if you'ns kin let me git away with some Hoosier Hillbilly, and y'all can let Suzanne's characters lapse into Texan, you can sure 'nuff handle that.