Next time you moan about your fic....
Jul. 15th, 2006 12:35 pmThe results of the 2006 Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest are in! This annual contest challenges writers to come up with the worst opening sentence possible for an an imaginary novel.
The contest was named after Victorian novelist Edward George Earl Bulwer-Lytton, the man who penned Paul Clifford. Never heard of it? Oh, yes, you have. Snoopy plagiarized it all the time, for it began, "It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents--except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness."
This year's winning entry?
"Detective Bart Lasiter was in his office studying the light from his one small window falling on his super burrito when the door swung open to reveal a woman whose body said you've had your last burrito for a while, whose face said angels did exist, and whose eyes said she could make you dig your own grave and lick the shovel clean."
Jim Guigli
Carmichael, CA
Run off to the link, if you think you can stomach it, and check out the runners-up...
The contest was named after Victorian novelist Edward George Earl Bulwer-Lytton, the man who penned Paul Clifford. Never heard of it? Oh, yes, you have. Snoopy plagiarized it all the time, for it began, "It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents--except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness."
This year's winning entry?
"Detective Bart Lasiter was in his office studying the light from his one small window falling on his super burrito when the door swung open to reveal a woman whose body said you've had your last burrito for a while, whose face said angels did exist, and whose eyes said she could make you dig your own grave and lick the shovel clean."
Jim Guigli
Carmichael, CA
Run off to the link, if you think you can stomach it, and check out the runners-up...