The lovely woman-child Kaa was mercilessly chained to the cruel post of
the warrior-chief Beast, with his barbarian tribe now stacking wood at
her nubile feet, when the strong clear voice of the poetic and heroic
Handsomas roared, 'Flick your Bic, crisp that chick, and you'll feel my
steel through your last meal!'
-- Winning sentence, 1984 Bulwer-Lytton bad fiction contest.
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The countdown had stalled at 'T' minus 69 seconds when Desiree he first
female ape to go up in space, winked at me slyly and pouted her thick,
rubbery lips unmistakably -- the first of many such advances during what
would prove to be the longest, and most memorable, space voyage of my
career....
The notes blatted skyward as the rose over the Canada geese feathered
rumps mooning the day, webbed appendages frantically pedaling unseen
bicycles in their search for sustenance, driven by cruel Nature's maxim,
'Ya wanna eat, ya gotta work,' and at last I knew Pittsburgh....
The bone-chilling scream split the warm summer night in two he first
half being before the scream when it was fairly balmy and calm and
pleasant, the second half still balmy and quite pleasant for those who
hadn't heard the scream at all, but not calm or balmy or even very nice
for those who did hear the scream, discounting the little period of time
during the actual scream itself when your ears might have been hearing it
but your brain wasn't reacting yet to let you know....
Delores breezed along the surface of her life like a flat stone forever
skipping along smooth wate ippling reality sporadically but oblivious
to it consistently, until she finally lost momentum, sank, and due to an
overdose of flouride as a child which caused her to suffer from chronic
apathy, doomed herself to lie forever on the floor of her life as useless
as an appendix and as lonely as a five-hundred pound barbell in a
steroid-free fitness center....
Quote #553
The battered starship bucked and yawed in the frigid belly of the
interstellar ion storm her tortured steel deckplates screaming as they were
mercilessly wrenched by the lashing gravity tide waves, the ship's disaster
alarms blaring madly and the crash lighting casting an eerie red glow in the
smoke-filled bridge as StarCaptain Lazlo Permute, gripping the diskette
containing the necessary navigation coordinates to finally escape the storm,
waited for the elevator door to the bridge to go "ding" and open....
Quote #549
When the mightily-hewn warrior-hero Glark One-Ea fed up with paying the
tribute demanded by the despotic wizard Jormed-the-Doubly-Soulless, set out
to single-handedly unite the warring barbarian tribes of Verfot and lead
them in bloodily overthrowing the evil mage's tyranny, he envisioned a
progressive tax system based upon income brackets, yet allowing deductions
for business expenses, dependents, and charitable donations....