12 August 2005
Night. Dark. Stormy.
I dearly love the Bulwer-Lytton contest, but the entries too often have one glaring flaw besides mere suckiness: they're incredibly freaking long for a single sentence.
If terseness is more your bag, there is now a Lyttle Lytton contest, with basically the same rules plus a 25-word limit.
And something like this deserves some kind of recognition:
John, surfing, said to his mother, surfing beside him, "How do you like surfing?"
(Courtesy of Teresa Nielsen Hayden.)Posted at 6:23 AM to Almost Yogurt