Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Bad Writing Contest

My friend Karmelle sent me a link to a Bad Writing Contest. Here are my favorites (There are a lot, but I PROMISE they're funny!):

The day was like any other, except that this was a Wednesday so it was really only like 1/7th of the other days. --Randy Wilson; New Albany, IN

She looked at her hands and saw the desiccated skin hanging in Shar-Pei wrinkles, confetti-like freckles, and those dry, dry cuticles--even her "Fatale Crimson" nail color had faded in the relentless sun to the color of old sirloin--and she vowed if she ever got out of the Sahara alive, she'd never buy polish on sale at Walgreen's again. --Christin Keck; Kent, OH

It was a day, like any other day, in that Linus got up, faced the sunrise, used his inhaler, applied that special cream between his toes, wrote a quick note and put it in a bottle, and wished he'd been stranded on the island with something other than 40 cases each of inhalers, decorative bottles, and special toe cream. --Chris Harget; Campbell, CA

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. --Pat Hricko; Nicholson, PA

Todd languished there, neck deep in the pumpkin-hued Amargosa Desert sand like a long forgotten cupcake in an Easy Bake Oven gone hellishly amok, and it finally made sense . . . "ooohhhh, DEATH Valley. --Jeffrey Barnes; Atlanta, Georgia

The McCain boys strode off proudly to fight in the Civil War, one for the Union and one for the Confederacy, neither of them giving a single thought to who would play them in the television movie of their story, which would be decided more than a hundred years later by 20-something casting agents who kept getting the Civil War and World War II mixed up. --Carmen Fought; Diamond Bar, CA

A single sparkling tear fell from Little Mary's cheek onto the sidewalk, then slid into the storm drain, there to join in its course the mighty waters of the Los Angeles River and, eventually, Long Beach Harbor, with its state-of-the-art container-freight processing facilities. --Bill Mac Iver; Berkeley, CA

Her angry accusations burned Clyde like that first bite of a double cheese pizza, when the toppings slide off and sear that small elevation of the oral mucosa, just behind the front teeth, known as the incisive papilla, which is linked to the discriminatory function of the taste buds except, where Clyde was concerned, when it came to women. --Pamela Patchet Hamilton; Beaconsfield, Quebec

As he saw his master approach, his tail wagged severely like an elderly lady fanning herself with a cardboard fan with a Bible verse on one side and a picture of Jesus on the other while singing hymn 567 from the Common Book of Hymns on an August afternoon revival in southern Indiana. --Ron Bird; Lakehills, TX

Our story begins with Raul, gently stroking Priscilla's raven hair, gazing into her coal-dark eyes, eyes that reminded him of the blackness of the inside of a size 11 1/2 D shoebox, which in turn reminded him he needed to get his Bass Weejuns re-soled before that job interview next week with the owner of the janitorial service. --Gordon Bassham; Andover, KS

The steam rose off his sweaty red flannel shirt like cotton candy on a cardboard cone, if cotton candy were transparent in a misty sort of way and didn't actually stick to its cone, but instead rose upwards something like steam rising off a sweaty flannel shirt in the twilight of an early winter Vermont afternoon. --T. Edward Lavoie; Essex Junction, VT

And my personal favorite:

It was a dreary Monday in September when Constable Lightspeed came across the rotting corpse that resembled one of those zombies from Michael Jackson's "Thriller," except that it was lying down and not performing the electric slide. --Derek Fisher; Ottawa, ON

Gotta love those Canadians!

Thing I'm thankful for: calls from people wanting to talk to ME! :)


Anonymous Anonymous said...


7:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Woohoo, I feel famous for making your blog! I like the "special toe cream" one.

8:14 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Wow. Those were *bad*! I feel 100% better about everything I've ever written...

4:11 PM  
Blogger Lexia said...

That was funny. It made me laugh like that time when we were talking late at night in your room and we started laughing hysterically, but we can't remember what about now, but when we try to remember what we were laughing at back then all we remember is that something happened that was funny and that made us laugh and so we laughed. That was funny.

10:18 PM  
Blogger cardlady said...

Ditto here! LOLROFL!!! It makes me want to write my stuff! I loved reading them. GEE you get invited to so many strange and wonderful places, Sara. MOM

2:39 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I ran across you website and noticed that you had listed my entry as one of your favorites. I'm glad you enjoyed it so much.


Randy Wilson

1:07 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I wish I could read a book full of these. Or, a story written entirely in the "bad way."

8:39 PM  

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