A Year Round Fiction Writing Contest
Hey! There's a fiction writing contest that's open year-round! It's the Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest, and it's stated in the rules that they accept submissions "everyday of the livelong year". Here're samples of past winners:
The lovely woman-child Kaa was mercilessly chained to the cruel post of the warrior chief Beast, with his barbarous tribe now stacking wood at her nubile feet, when the strong, clear voice of the poetic and heroic Handsomas roared, "Flick your Bic, crisp that chick, and you'll feel my steel through your last meal." (1984 winner -- Steven Garman, Pensacola, Florida)
As the newest Lady Turnpot descended into the kitchen wrapped only in her celery-green dressing gown, her creamy bosom rising and falling like a temperamental souffle, her tart mouth pursed in distaste, the sous-chef whispered to the scullery boy, "I don't know what to make of her." (1992 winner -- Laurel Fortuner, Montendre, France)
Detective Bart Lasiter was in his office studying the light from his one small window falling on his super burrito when the door swung open to reveal a woman whose body said you've had your last burrito for a while, whose face said angels did exist, and whose eyes said she could make you dig your own grave and lick the shovel clean. (2006 winner -- Jim Guigli, Carmichael, CA)
The site even has a link to shortlisted passages (from books) that have garnered attention for prose that deals with a specific situation.
I think...I think...I think I might have a good chance to win this contest! I think I'll join!
The lovely woman-child Kaa was mercilessly chained to the cruel post of the warrior chief Beast, with his barbarous tribe now stacking wood at her nubile feet, when the strong, clear voice of the poetic and heroic Handsomas roared, "Flick your Bic, crisp that chick, and you'll feel my steel through your last meal." (1984 winner -- Steven Garman, Pensacola, Florida)
As the newest Lady Turnpot descended into the kitchen wrapped only in her celery-green dressing gown, her creamy bosom rising and falling like a temperamental souffle, her tart mouth pursed in distaste, the sous-chef whispered to the scullery boy, "I don't know what to make of her." (1992 winner -- Laurel Fortuner, Montendre, France)
Detective Bart Lasiter was in his office studying the light from his one small window falling on his super burrito when the door swung open to reveal a woman whose body said you've had your last burrito for a while, whose face said angels did exist, and whose eyes said she could make you dig your own grave and lick the shovel clean. (2006 winner -- Jim Guigli, Carmichael, CA)
The site even has a link to shortlisted passages (from books) that have garnered attention for prose that deals with a specific situation.
I think...I think...I think I might have a good chance to win this contest! I think I'll join!
2 Comments:
This contest looks incredibly fun. :D I loved reading the winning entries.
Hi, Mia! I had a lot of fun reading the entries too. Many of them are hilarious!
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