15-Apr-2001
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From: <MadamHydra @ aol.com>
> A little Bulwer-Lytton, anyone? ^_^
>
> For anyone who doesn't know, Bulwer-Lytton was a minor
> Victorian author who wrote the infamous cliched lines
> "It was a dark and stormy night...." Those lines inspired
> the Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest which challenges
> competitors to write the opening sentence to the worst
> novels never written.
>
> You can find information on the contest (as well as some
> absolutely hilarious examples) at:
>
> http://www.bulwer-lytton.com
>
> Someone might have suggested this before, but I hope
> some of you might be interested in giving it a try.
> <demented snigger>
>
> So my fic challenge is pretty simple: To compose the
> opening sentence to the worst possible imaginary GW
> (or anime) fic you can think of. Have fun! ^__^
ok, here i go:
heero slowly but completely and with an attention to detail hitherto unknown to duo's wide, comprehensive and one might even say eclectic life experiences, used his muscular and agile curvaceous tongue to investigate every nook, cranny, crevice, niche, and cravass of the dark and oily -not to say dank and even somewhat musty- hole that was bobbing and weaving in a somewhat annoying pattern before his flushed and flustered face, it's movements mirroring perfectly the trembling shivers engendered by the lithe and lithesome form of the slightly quaking braided boy.
"I'm sorry, Duo" said heero, with a note of abject apology threaded deep throughout his somewhat nasal tones, "But I don't think I can pick the lock with my tongue."
The End
hyuy
do you think i have done this before?
(:./hyuy/stormy)
