Bulwer-Lytton 2005 Results
What did we do for fun before we had the Bulwer-Lytton contest? Fortunately, we don’t have to answer that: 2005 results.
As he stared at her ample bosom, he daydreamed of the dual Stromberg carburetors in his vintage Triumph Spitfire, highly functional yet pleasingly formed, perched prominently on top of the intake manifold, aching for experienced hands, the small knurled caps of the oil dampeners begging to be inspected and adjusted as described in chapter seven of the shop manual.
August 3rd, 2005 at 5:24 pm
I actually entered the contest years ago. Didn’t win anything, though. :-(
Here was one of my entries:
The old grandfather clock in the oak-paneled hallway of Critchwick Manor intoned the hour, its haunting chime echoing along the parquet floor, out the stained glass window depicting the Battle of Agincourt and traveling down to the moors where Geoffrey stood, stalwart, his hazel eyes blazing as he thought of the lost years he had spent without his one true love Belinda, staring into the mist longingly for what seemed like an eternity before muttering at last to himself and no one else, “What the hell was that noise?”
I actually prefer the shorter ones.
It was a night like any other night – well, not exactly, of course there are differences from night to night, but in the main, primarily, it was remarkably similar to most.