That’s right, everyone! The deadline for the 2008 Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest is TODAY, TAX DAY, April 15! I highly recommend that everyone in this class submit entries. I’ve been stockpiling sentences for about a year and a half, and I just submitted them. Then I’m going to write more.
We took on Wikipedia aficionados and won… How about Bulwer-Lytton?
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Per request from Professor Mittel, here are my favorite (the most awful?) of my entries…
- The moral of this story, children, which you must keep in mind whilst you read, is that the Bear ought not have stolen the Honey from the Bees, but also that the Bees ought not have pursued their vendetta against the Bear, and that they ought to particularly have paid attention to the Finger-Post, and that the whole situation might have been greatly improved had not all Participants been the direst sort of Heathens.
- Wandering amid the headstones of her departed ancestors, Delia pulled her gossamer cape closer about her fair young shoulders, wondering if the handsome Lord Tripp would note her décolletage with favor once she made it to the ball—assuming she managed to avoid the vampire (who had once been her uncle Hubert) lurking beside the mausoleum, of course.
- The woman sat there, sipping water as though she hadn’t a nerve in her, though Troy knew she had, because she was there to see him about the intense pain in her upper back.