Maybe. I’m more into fiction than autobiography.
Here, I’ll give you one of my losing entries to San Jose State’s annual Bulwer-Lytton contest, which is for opening sentences of the “dark and stormy night” variety. This one was meant to showcase the power of (mixed) metaphor:
Alone upon the icy pinnacle of her despair, Amelietta tasted the bitter thread of her ragged, tumultuous journey with Maximilian and wondered if she could steady the quavering torrent of destiny long enough to mount one final thrust of resolution or if she should simply succumb to the dark and pitiless roar of oblivion that lay throbbing in her hand.