And she knew he was the man of her dreams and they lived happily ever after...
And the rope snapped taut and broke his neck...
Gazing up into the darkness he saw himself as a creature driven and derided by vanity; and his eyes burned with anguish and anger.
Bad endings. We all know them (I'm looking at you Joyce), but let's embrace one for next time. Write the worst possible ending to a novel for next week--one final paragraph that really puts the nail in the coffin, sealing away the rotting corpse of a work we will only know through its death rattle. Have fun and see you on the 23rd.
I leave you with these clips from the worst film ever made. Enjoy.
