The Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest
The ultimate bad-writing contest. Let's see your entries.
Here are three of mine.
Gerald, while struggling to don his pantaloons, couldn’t help but wonder if he’d made a poor choice in becoming a circus clown, especially as Bongo the chimp had a thing for big, red, bulbous, round noses.
The corpse lay on the floor, motionless.
Horatio Hornblower had nothing on the kid from the Great Chesapeake, as he hauled in the day’s catch of flounder whose fishy eyes said, “Now, here’s a great fisherman”, if fish eyes could talk, which they can’t, but Horatio Hornblower could certainly lay claim to having a cooler name than the kid, whose name was Mike.