The 2011 Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest ("It was a dark and stormy night") was won by Sue Fondrie of Oshkosh, WI. Her grand prize winning entry:
"Cheryl’s mind turned like the vanes of a wind-powered turbine, chopping her sparrow-like thoughts into bloody pieces that fell onto a growing pile of forgotten memories."
As the dark and mysterious stranger approached, Angela bit her lip
anxiously, hoping with every nerve, cell, and fiber of her being that
this would be the one man who would understand- who would take her away
from all this- and who would not just squeeze her boob and make a loud
honking noise, as all the others had.
-Ali Kawashima, Greensboro, NC
As the young officer studied the oak door, he was reminded of his
girlfriend- for she was also slightly unhinged, occasionally sticky, and
responded well to being stripped and given a light oiling.
-Ian Fishlock, Harrow, London
As she downed the last Dixie cup of Listerine and let every drop of its
21.6 percent alcohol content hit her like an icy mint anti-cavity
brickbat, Karen squinted at the breasts dangling like two electrocuted
ospreys from the powerline of her heart and, with a despondency born of
a thousand nights spent gaining a decent skill level at internet
mahjong, wondered how she and they had all three sunk so low.
-Anna Springfield, Raleigh, NC
Some personal favorites from prior years:
Towards the dragon's lair the fellowship marched- a noble human prince,
a fair elf, a surly dwarf, and a disheveled copyright attorney who was
frantically trying to find a way to differentiate this story from "Lord
of the Rings."
-Andrew Manoske, Foster City, CA
The gutters of Manhattan teemed with the brackish slurry indicative of a
significant though not incapacitating snowstorm three days prior, making
it seem that God had tripped over Hoboken and spilled his smog-flavored
slurpie all over the damn place.
-Eric Stoveken, Allentown, PA
She clung to the memory of their love like those tiny bits of used
tissues he always left in his pockets, which mostly ended up in the
dryer lint basket although enough of them welded themselves to her
favorite navy blue, polar fleece pullover, rendering it as permanently
flawed and unappealing as his name tattooed on her butt.
-Pamela Patchet Hamilton, Beaconsfield, Quebec, Canada
Stamp, stack, stamp, stack, stamp, stack, Rodney was going insane from
the monotony of the job and the cruel irony of being a guest of the New
Hampshire penal system forced to read the words over and over: "Live
Free or Die," "Live Free or Die," "Live Free or Die."
-Denise Hendsbee Santa Cruz, CA
The notes blatted skyward as the sun rose over the Canada geese,
feathered rumps mooning the day, webbed appendages frantically peddling
unseen bicycles in their search for sustenance, driven by Nature's
maxim, "Ya wanna eat, ya gotta work," and at last I knew Pittsburgh.
-Sheila B. Richter, Minneapolis, Minnesota (1987 Winner)
Dolores breezed along the surface of her life like a flat stone forever
skipping across smooth water, rippling reality sporadically but
oblivious to it consistently, until she finally lost momentum, sank, due
to an overdose of fluoride as a child which caused her to lie forever on
the floor of her life as useless as an appendix and as lonely as a
five-hundred-pound barbell in a steroid-free fitness center.
-Linda Vernon, Newark, California (1990 Winner)
A small assortment of astonishingly loud brass instruments raced each
other lustily to the respective ends of their distinct musical choices
as the gates flew open to release a torrent of tawny fur comprised of
angry yapping bullets that nipped at Desdemona's ankles, causing her to
reflect once again (as blood filled her sneakers and she fought her way
through the panicking crowd) that the annual Running of the Pomeranians
in Liechtenstein was a stupid idea.
-Sera Kirk, Vancouver, British Columbia (2001 Winner)
As he stared at her ample bosom, he daydreamed of the dual Stromberg
carburetors in his vintage Triumph Spitfire, highly functional yet
pleasingly formed, perched prominently on top of the intake manifold,
aching for experienced hands, the small knurled caps of the oil
dampeners begging to be inspected and adjusted as described in chapter
seven of the shop manual.
-Dan McKay, Fargo, North Dakota (2005 Winner)
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 breath through manhole
covers stamped “Forged by DeLaney Bros., Piscataway, N.J.”
-Gordon Spik, Washington, D.C. (2008 Winner)
For the first month of Ricardo and Felicity's affair, they greeted one
another at every stolen rendezvous with a kiss--a lengthy, ravenous
kiss, Ricardo lapping and sucking at Felicity's mouth as if she were a
giant cage-mounted water bottle and he were the world's thirstiest
-Molly Ringle, Seattle, Washington (2010 Winner)