20 August 2021

Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest entries

The results of this year's Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest are now posted. "De gustibus non disputandum est," so I've selected a few of the "dishonorable mentions" rather than the winners of the categories... 
"Their relationship hit a bump in the road, not the low, graceful kind of bump, reminiscent of a child's choo-choo-train-themed roller coaster, rather the kind of tall, narrow speed-bump that, if a school bus ran over it, would cause even a fat kid to fly up and bang his head on the ceiling." --Michael Reade, Durham, NC 

"On a lovely day during one of the finest Indian summers anyone could remember--a season the Germans call "old wives' summer," obviously never having had Native Americans to name things after, but plenty of old wives, and "Indian summer" in German would refer to the natives of India in any case, which would make even less sense than the current naming system--on such a day, however named, John Baxter fell in the creek and drowned." --Deanna Stewart, Heidelberg, Germany 
Previous Grand Prize winners include this classic from 1985: 
"The countdown had stalled at T minus 69 seconds when Desiree, the first female ape to go up in space, winked at me slyly and pouted her thick, rubbery lips unmistakably--the first of many such advances during what would prove to be the longest, and most memorable, space voyage of my career."   --Martha Simpson, Glastonbury, Connecticut 
My favorite submissions from the 2008 competition are here.

Reposted from 2009 to add two winning entries from the 2021 competition:
"Brigid O’Hanion was the fairest flower of Southern womanhood, and Lt. Lance Beauregard was almost blind with lust for her, but after he slipped off her hoop skirt, unbuttoned her lacy blouse, untied her incredibly tight corset, dove beneath the rustling crinoline petticoats, and laboriously inched off her pantalets, he realized his mood had shifted and he now wondered if there was still some cold ham on the sideboard downstairs." -- Randall Card, Bellingham, WA

"One time at the hoagie shop the actress Ms. O'Hara asked what the tiny pimiento-stuffed thing in my cheddar-bread sandwich was and I had to respond: "Wee olive in a yellow sub, Maureen." -- Fr. Jerry Kopacek, Elma, IA

With a tip of the blogging cap to Miss Cellania at Neatorama for her annual reminder about the competition. 

2 comments:

  1. Those are certainly intriguing turns of phrase, though I admit the olive took me a couple of reads to figure out.

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  2. Sorry, I can't cite the year of my memorized favorite:

    "There's more than one way to skin a cat," she mused, as she pinned its little feet to the dissection table.

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