Satan's Snowdrop
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Journal Entry 1 by WistfulDragon from Streatham, Greater London United Kingdom on Monday, September 20, 2004
"Many men had perished there - frail bodies bouncing and smashing on the jagged rocks in the chasm below.
For centuries its dark shape had loomed beside a waterfall in Switzerland - the home of the evil Reichenback family. The last of their race had been a Nazi torturer, murdered by one of his victims. Now the big house lies empty, but evil forces still surround it - and countless human skeletons are buried in the grounds."
For centuries its dark shape had loomed beside a waterfall in Switzerland - the home of the evil Reichenback family. The last of their race had been a Nazi torturer, murdered by one of his victims. Now the big house lies empty, but evil forces still surround it - and countless human skeletons are buried in the grounds."
Arrived today.
Many thanks, wistfuldragon!
Many thanks, wistfuldragon!
RMG lit a ciggarette and poured some coffee. In any other book, such actions might have been used by the author to reveal character, but not in this one. There was no hope for this one. Purest evil had dogged it ever since printing, bringing agony to every reader. RMG had run pink highlighter over some of the more outrageous sentences, but that had done little to expunge their sheer horror. What was she to do with the wretched thing? Would she never be free of its malign influence? Her hand shook as she lit another ciggarette. Suddenly the answer hit her like a Guy N Smith similie hitting an unsuspecting reader: she could send it to her sister! Yes, that was it! She could be free of Satan's Snowdrop for ever and handover the whole package of silly, cliche-filled smoking and coffee drinking to Cherry69.
RMG lit a whole packet of ciggarettes, put the kettle on and reached for the jiffy envelopes
RMG lit a whole packet of ciggarettes, put the kettle on and reached for the jiffy envelopes
Very Funny Review RMG.
Cherry69 received Satan's Snowdrop in the post, the brown package lying there like an unlikely metaphor - a spider or something. But there was something else about the book that had been posted to her by her sister, something in the way it had come through letter box, unrelenting, pure evil.
Was this the most rubbish book she had ever read? Cherry69 asked herself the question over and over again, like an exam which is only the same question being asked over and over again. No other questions. Just that one. She didn't know. All she knew was that she had to stop her sister before she got hold of a copy of Night of the Crabs and sent her that.
Cherry69 received Satan's Snowdrop in the post, the brown package lying there like an unlikely metaphor - a spider or something. But there was something else about the book that had been posted to her by her sister, something in the way it had come through letter box, unrelenting, pure evil.
Was this the most rubbish book she had ever read? Cherry69 asked herself the question over and over again, like an exam which is only the same question being asked over and over again. No other questions. Just that one. She didn't know. All she knew was that she had to stop her sister before she got hold of a copy of Night of the Crabs and sent her that.
