Fannish Bulwer-Lytton Contest!

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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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SGA

[roaringmice.livejournal.com]

The factory smokestack from across the street belched smoke, blurring Rodney’s view of the blue sky that spread above him as he stood outside the Hackensack White Manna (358 River Street, not quite within easy walking distance of the ice rink, but really, not too bad) waiting for Sheppard to bring him his burgers, dammit, and wondering if he could ice skate while this bloody drunk or, you know, not, and yeah, he knew he wasn’t British and stuff, but if Canadians could spell color “colour”, why not say “bloody” as well, eh?