This week's sentence was taken from Dickens' 'A Tale Of Two Cities'.
The sentence was:
"Through the rusted bars, tastes, rather than glimpses, were caught of the jumbled neighbourhood; and nothing within range, nearer or lower than the summits of the two-great towers of Notre-Dame, had any promise on it of healthy life or wholesome aspirations."
Without further ado, here are the happy tales to while away your coffee breaks:
Prudence's 'At Seventeen'
Welcome back, Prudence!
But ah, you are so cruel.
A shoe-fetishist's nightmare to tantalise your readers.
Todd's 'The King And The Nightmare'
And taking of nightmares. Brr!
Todd scares the willies out of anyone thinking of a nice, wine-sodden wander through the midnight streets of Paris.
Dive's 'Breaking Point'
More miserable meditations on the nature of God. Hey ho.
Next week's sentence will be posted tomorrow.
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