Barbara's Random Thoughts

Thursday, July 13, 2006

Super burritos and shovels

The winner of the annual Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest was announced today.

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.

The full results are here.

I'm somewhat fond of one of the Dishonorable Mentions:

The cold, cynical wind molested the auburn tresses of the fair damsel clinging to the steel of the rail trestle, from which vantage point she could see that it was a long way down to where she would land if she fell, which, given the velocity she would attain and the unfriendly pavement leering up at her, added to soft tissue's low tolerance for sudden impacts, would be a very bad thing.
| posted by Barbara | 1:33 AM