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I could learn to hate this short story. Thus far it has given me three beginnings, and no real meat.
"Untitled Nameless Annoying Thing":
This is Pearl's Ephemerium, on the last step of the Causeway down by the Bridge of Souls, in the shadow of the Well. This is Pearl's Ephemerium, where Diamond Jack croons the blues with a voice like smoke and whiskey and eyes like shards of ice.
Gah gah gah gah. I need something more than two opening lines.
Of course, it also wants to open with the line: A man walked into a bar. Damnit.
(I get opening lines. Too many of them. When can I have some middle ones and closing ones, please?)
"Untitled Nameless Annoying Thing":
This is Pearl's Ephemerium, on the last step of the Causeway down by the Bridge of Souls, in the shadow of the Well. This is Pearl's Ephemerium, where Diamond Jack croons the blues with a voice like smoke and whiskey and eyes like shards of ice.
Gah gah gah gah. I need something more than two opening lines.
Of course, it also wants to open with the line: A man walked into a bar. Damnit.
(I get opening lines. Too many of them. When can I have some middle ones and closing ones, please?)
