Danestress Posted July 3, 2009 Share Posted July 3, 2009 The worst sentence of the year and winner of the Bulwer-Lytton context "Folks say that if you listen real close at the height of the full moon, when the wind is blowin' off Nantucket Sound from the nor' east and the dogs are howlin' for no earthly reason, you can hear the awful screams of the crew of the "Ellie May," a sturdy whaler Captained by John McTavish; for it was on just such a night when the rum was flowin' and, Davey Jones be ****ed, big John brought his men on deck for the first of several screaming contests." Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Blueridge Posted July 3, 2009 Share Posted July 3, 2009 Ah, sounds like the perfect book to curl up with on the couch and watch the bloated pages burn in the fireplace. :D Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jean in Newcastle Posted July 3, 2009 Share Posted July 3, 2009 I always like to see what the newest contest winner is - they never disappoint me in their verbosity! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
HollyinNNV Posted July 3, 2009 Share Posted July 3, 2009 My personal fav. (and I laughed till I cried): Winner: Fantasy Fiction A quest is not to be undertaken lightly--or at all!--pondered Hlothgar, Thrag of the Western Boglands, son of Glothar, nephew of Garthol, known far and wide as Skull Dunker, as he wielded his chesty stallion Hralgoth through the ever-darkening Thlargwood, beyond which, if he survived its horrors and if Hroglath the royal spittle reader spoke true, his destiny awaited--all this though his years numbered but fourteen. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ibbygirl Posted July 3, 2009 Share Posted July 3, 2009 My personal fav. (and I laughed till I cried): Winner: Fantasy Fiction A quest is not to be undertaken lightly--or at all!--pondered Hlothgar, Thrag of the Western Boglands, son of Glothar, nephew of Garthol, known far and wide as Skull Dunker, as he wielded his chesty stallion Hralgoth through the ever-darkening Thlargwood, beyond which, if he survived its horrors and if Hroglath the royal spittle reader spoke true, his destiny awaited--all this though his years numbered but fourteen. Oh my goodness!!! That is beyond belief!! :lol: Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chris in VA Posted July 3, 2009 Share Posted July 3, 2009 Never heard of this contest, but both sentences have me :lol:! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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