Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest
"I know what you’re thinking, punk," hissed Wordy Harry to his new editor, "you’re thinking, ‘Did he use six superfluous adjectives or only five?’ — and to tell the truth, I forgot myself in all this excitement; but being as this is English, the most powerful language in the world, whose subtle nuances will blow your head clean off, you’ve got to ask yourself one question: ‘Do I feel loquacious?’ — well do you, punk?" — 2006 runner-up Stuart Vasepuru, Edinburgh, Scotland
Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest
"As he stared at her ample bosom, he daydreamed of the dual Stromberg carburetors in his vintage Triumph Spitfire, highly functional yet pleasingly formed, perched prominently on top of the intake manifold, aching for experienced hands, the small knurled caps of the oil dampeners begging to be inspected and adjusted as described in chapter seven of the shop manual." — 2005 winner Dan McKay, Fargo, N.D.
Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest
"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." — 2006 winner Jim Guigli, Carmichael, Calif.

