SGA Bulwer-Lytton Contest!
Jul. 12th, 2006 08:25 amSo! Comment here with the worst possible sentence you can imagine opening an SGA fic. On Friday morning, I'll pick a winner and maybe a few runners-up and there will be prizes of some kind. (Maybe fic, maybe something else.) Hopefully, if enough people play, this will be entertaining enough to get us through to the premiere.
I may also compose a few bad sentences myself, although obviously, I am not qualified to win my own contest. *g* Oh, and please feel free to pimp this!
Okay...go!
ETA: In response to a question: Yes, you can enter as many times as you want. *eg*
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Date: 2006-07-12 06:15 pm (UTC)John's heart had swelled like a budding yeast colony many a time at the sound of his love Rodney's musical voice, but today it sank more quickly than a corpse weighted down with cement galoshes when he walked into the Medlab and heard Rodney utter these fateful words:
"Carson, does this look like crabs to you?"
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Date: 2006-07-12 07:04 pm (UTC)*shudders* God, I once had a German teacher who encouraged us to use metaphors like that. I so wish I still had the opportunity to hand in a story with this sentence.
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Date: 2006-07-12 09:48 pm (UTC)