This is the opening sentence to my new novel.. "Drinking Not Because of Thirst."
It was the summer, of the night, of the last days of our youth. The earth stood still then, just like it stands still now. Carry was a loner, on loan from a cycle store, and it was never what I thought it would never seem to be what they thought it then was.
What do you think?
Ps. Its supposed to be a "Comedic, Serious, Romance, Mystery, Psychiatric Thriller, Historical Fiction, Satire."