Last week I stumbled upon the site (competition) discussed in this old blog entry by the Eleventh Stack. I spent an hour reading through old entries–laughing, until I cried, and eventually I submitted my own.
Read their blog, surf the site, and maybe you’ll be enticed as well.
Cheers!
TyCobbsTeeth
-You may find my bite marks where you never even thought to look 😉
Have you ever heard of the Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest? It was founded in 1982 by the English Department of San Jose State University, partially in honor of Edward George Bulwer-Lytton (the novelist who composed the mother of all bad opening sentences) and partially because the creator, one Professor Scott Rice, thought it would be a relief to judge a writing contest with short entries (each entry is limited to one sentence in length). This year’s winner, submitted by Mr. Garrison Spick of Washington, D.C., was announced on August 14, 2008:
Theirs was a New York love, a checkered taxi ride burning rubber, and like the city their passion was open 24/7, steam rising from their bodies like slick streets exhaling warm, moist, white breath through manhole covers stamped “Forged by DeLaney Bros., Piscataway, N.J.”
Now if that’s not classic literature, I don’t know what is.
If you’d care…
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Disjointed Jottings by Robert Smith (A.K.A. TyCobbsTeeth) 
Hey John, I don’t know if you’ve continued to follow the Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest, but if you haven’t I would recommend taking a gander at the winning sentence from 2013. It made no snort bourbon out my nose that fateful night. Man did that burn.
Cheers!
TyCobbsTeeth
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Thanks for following my blog. The opening is a bear as is the closing. I wish I had all the time back spent on crafting those two sentences. Nice post.
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