trinityofone

Smart Bitches Trashy Books is having a contest in honor of the 2008 Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest Winners. Two years ago, I held a similar contest. I feel like it's time to bring it back—with a vengeance!

Here are the rules:

1. Comment with the worst sentence you can imagine opening a fic. I am opening this up to any and all fandoms this year, with the caveat that, as the initial judge, I may be more partial to fandoms I am familiar with. Note: the sentence should be a sentence. Crazy punctuation is fine and even encouraged, but opening paragraphs will not be counted. ETA: You're welcome to make as many entries as you like. I'd recommend one per comment for clarity, but I'm not gonna be a stickler on that.

2. On Thursday morning-ish, I will choose my ten favorite entries for everyone to vote on. Feel free to comment on your favorite entries; my opinions on matters unpolitical can often be swayed. ;-)

3. Voting will run through the weekend; on Monday I will announce the winners and possibly some runners-up. There will be prizes! (Most likely a selection of used books on numerous enchanting subjects.)

4. Feel free to link! Let's see if we can make this an omnifannish extravaganza.

And...go!

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siria

Lorne looked himself over in the mirror one final time—anxious that his carefully slicked back hair, loafers worn without socks, the turquoise tank top, the pegged white trousers, would all complement his muscular 5"9 frame and his eyes that were the colour of the Pacific Ocean when the ocean is blue green—hoping against hope that Radek would notice him across the crowded mess hall and approve, that he would think Lorne looked as suave and European as some suave European guy.

roaringmice.livejournal.com

This one is made of win. The whole thing is great, but that last phrase is killer, "... as suave and European as some suave European guy." Unbelievable.