The 2009 Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest
It’s not the “winner” of the contest but it sure made me nearly fall out of my chair laughing:
Leopold looked up at the arrow piercing the skin of the dirigible with a sort of wondrous dismay—the wheezy shriek was just the sort of sound he always imagined a baby moose being beaten with a pair of accordions might make.
Prose that purple takes talent. More on their site.
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