Fannish Bulwer-Lytton Contest!

[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!

Comments

[cat-77.livejournal.com]

John blinked as the wings sprouted from her back, long delicate fingers hardening into hooves, thinking, "Huh, so that's why it's called the Pegasus Galaxy..."

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Fact is, this is probably already a story. *whimper*

[rashaka.livejournal.com]

It's bad, but I want to read that story. Except, instead of a Mary Sue, I want there to just be a pegasus. Like a real, enormous raging winged horse. With a bad temper. That they can't control because it's afraid of nothing, and bullets bounce off it because of something techy and complicated is explained about the fact that it's not REALLY a horse...but it is...and it's wandering around Atlantis shitting and eating and trampling people, and its mere proximity messes up the computers. And, for some reason, it's obsessed with John Sheppard. Like a beautiful but hugely inconvenient guard dog that will try to trample you to death.