The Finch Formerly Known As Gold

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


From the very first Bulwer-Lytton contest:

"Nurse Daniels smelled like good Italian bread."

And my personal favorite, from the 1999 contest:

"Hemlock wasn't bad, Socrates mused philosophically: no aftertaste, a smooth finish, and (of course) no hangover in the morning."

Posted by: Francis W. Porretto at 10:18 AM on 12 August 2005

"Jennifer stood there, quietly ovulating" gets my vote. High-larious

Posted by: Rachel at 9:26 AM on 13 August 2005