I have just finished the first chapter of my new novel, here is a brief excerpt:
At first, it was a shadowy and menacing gloom. But, then it became a overcast foul fog. It wasn’t long before it was a cloudy windy twilight. Still, it was a drab dreary dusk.
With it being a dim, yet murky late day, some would call it an opaque and wet early evening. However, it really was a black and threatening nightfall.
Soon it was an aphotic and gusty nighttime… definitely not a stygian and turbulent day—we’re definitely talking pitch-black here!
By nine o’clock it was a downright nebulous downpour of a bedtime. Yes, it was a crespuscular squal of a dead of night—and that wasn’t easy to say—believe me.
As it grew later you could tell it was a atramentous and raging midnight. After twelve AM (you’re still up?) it was an undeniably caliginous and raging, howling, witching hour. I think it’s safe to say, it was a lurid and—really coming down—predawn.
In short—it was a dark and stormy night.
Hey, Snoopy had this idea first, I was just trying to improve on it. And besides, he never finished the novel anyway… probably because he was missing a fourth finger.