Thursday, August 14, 2008

It Was A Dark And Stormy Night.....


“Theirs was a New York love, a checkered taxi ride burning rubber, and like the city their passion was open 24/7, steam rising from their bodies like slick streets exhaling warm, moist, white breath through manhole covers stamped ‘Forged by DeLaney Bros., Piscataway, N.J.’”

“‘Toads of glory, slugs of joy,’ sang Groin the dwarf as he trotted jovially down the path before a great dragon ate him because the author knew that this story was a train wreck after he typed the first few words.” — Alex Hall, Greeley, Colo.

“Like a mechanic who forgets to wipe his hands on a shop rag and then goes home, hugs his wife, and gets a grease stain on her favorite sweater — love touches you, and marks you forever.” — Beth Fand Incollingo, Haddon Heights, N.J


The contest is named after Victorian novelist Edward George Earl Bulwer-Lytton, whose 1830 novel “Paul Clifford” famously begins “It was a dark and stormy night.”

1 comment:

d5thouta5 said...

it was a dark and stormy night...
i fought my way home though the howling wind and rain to what I knew was going to be a sight...
the third week of the month was sure to produce a fight...
no matter how I tried, I could never equal that might...
even if some claimed that I was quite bright...
for you see, I was never, ever going to be right...