The Required Amount at the Prescribed Rate (Handcrafted From the Finest Corinthian Leather)
I Am A Winner (And I Didn't Even Know It)
Each year San Jose State University sponsors the Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest, where entrants are challenged to write the worst beginning sentence to a novel . . . and I usually get my Creative Writing students to enter and I send a sentence of two myself, and I last week Googled myself (you've got to Google yourself every once in a while, right?) and, although I was never informed of this great honor, I found one of my entries in the Miscellaneous Dishonorable Mentions but if you don't want to read through them all-- though I recommend this because they are funny-- I have copied it here for your convenience: As always, that morning he awoke to the melodious sound of a stream of water cascading into a still pool, punctuated by several ominous silences-- and he could judge, by the length of the silences and the volume of the cascade, just how much of his three-year-old son's urine he would have to wade through to get to the sink.
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8 comments:
That reads more like non-fiction to me coming from you.
i am a reverse james frey.
This is your brilliant comment?
And thus Dave's life imitates art.
Albeit award winningly-bad art.
maybe you didn't get it.
A Million Little Sentences.
i don't get that.
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