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Raul strode through the dark night, his way lit by twinkling stars as if the gods at some celestial concert were all flicking their lighters at the same time in appreciation of the drum solo-like beat of his boot heels against the pavement, occasionally accompanied by the steel-brush-on-a-cymbal sound of a splash as he kicked through a puddle, the plip-plop of water dripping from leaves like someone playing staccato on a two-note piano gone flat, and the wind blowing a bluesy tissue-paper-on-comb harmonica through the trees.
That's one of the many entries in the latest Bulwer-Lytton bad-writing contest.
Enjoy.
[via Kathy Kinsley]
Posted by Rand Simberg at July 17, 2003 01:22 PM
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I thought last year's crop was much better than this year's. To see the 2002 winners, change the 2003 in the URL to 2002.
Posted by Steve at July 17, 2003 03:14 PM
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