Bulwer-Lytton Queen's Thief sentences!
Apr. 3rd, 2012 12:18 amOK, everybody, I just had a terrible idea -- or maybe it's actually brilliant, I don't know... But anyway ... You know the Bulwer-Lytton contest? The one where you try to come up with the worst possible opening sentence for a novel? Well my sister and I were inventing some sentences, and somehow some minor QT characters got involved. Nahuserfish, for instance. Here are a couple of sentences that Megan Whalen Turner would never write.
Queen's Thief Bulwer-Lytton Prize Entries.
"Handsome is as handsome does," thought Legarus the Awesomely Beautiful, as he leaned on his spear, contemplating the new-model gun he carried as a member of the Queen's Guard, which, though poor of aim and slow of response, was highly decorative -- indeed, almost blinding, beset as it was with jewels -- and so couldn't have been more perfect for him.
Nahuserfish, the Mede ambassador, sat sharpening his beard into points like a fork and anointing it with cheap hair oil, wishing that women were as easy to manage as his luxuriant facial hair.
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What do you think? Would anybody like to improve upon these, or make up some more?
;-D
Queen's Thief Bulwer-Lytton Prize Entries.
"Handsome is as handsome does," thought Legarus the Awesomely Beautiful, as he leaned on his spear, contemplating the new-model gun he carried as a member of the Queen's Guard, which, though poor of aim and slow of response, was highly decorative -- indeed, almost blinding, beset as it was with jewels -- and so couldn't have been more perfect for him.
Nahuserfish, the Mede ambassador, sat sharpening his beard into points like a fork and anointing it with cheap hair oil, wishing that women were as easy to manage as his luxuriant facial hair.
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What do you think? Would anybody like to improve upon these, or make up some more?
;-D
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Date: 4/3/12 05:28 pm (UTC)Here are some of the past winners (http://www.bulwer-lytton.com/lyttony.htm) of the Bulwer-Lytton contest. I still have a tear in my eye, a good 5 minutes after reading them. We can do this, people! Let the terrible writing begin!
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Date: 4/3/12 11:27 pm (UTC)Berrone shivered weakly as the small, cuddly kitten twitched and died in her arms--another victim of drowning and plain callousness of the human heart--she turned on the culprit, a servant of her fathers, full of righteous indignation, prepared to see him suffer the same fate as the kitten.
And if we had a very shallow Irene...
The queen of Attolia examined herself in a vanity mirror, ruby lips, raven hair, and snow pale skin reflected before her; and she smiled, pleased that her low neck-line was sure to impress the new Mede ambassador.
Okay... I just made myself gag. Eww.
Costis, the preverbal whipping boy of the Attolian guard, trundled along to meet his fate, high in the tallest tower of the tallest building in the capital--this was, of course, the palace, so it only made sense that it was tall--and as he climbed, he cursed the steep steps that were surely just another part of his undeserved punishment, thus the whole reason behind the tallness was revealed.
Dah! So terrible. This is a lot of fun!
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Date: 4/4/12 01:39 am (UTC)anyway the point is, LOLOLOL.
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Date: 4/4/12 03:16 am (UTC)With your permission, I would like to take a stab at Berrone (poor girl!). Just because she's a little fierce and Attolia-like in your wonderfully bad sentence. Book Berrone couldn't possibly be so decisive -- could she?
So......
"Oh, oh, how COULD you, sobbed Berrone, over the shaking, shivering kitten cradled in her arms, its soft fur spiky with wetness, its frail body twitching -- and, as she raised her eyes to her father's favorite retainer, who had almost succeeded in drowning the little creature, she was overcome by a paroxysm of sobs, and her tears rained down upon and engulfed the tiny cat, effectively finishing his job.
PS My kitty was sitting on my lap as I was typing this, and she got up and left. Do you wonder?
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Date: 4/4/12 03:24 am (UTC)YAY! You rock!
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Date: 4/4/12 02:53 am (UTC)As the Mede army poured down the hill to fiercely engage the Attolians, Eugenides wished he weren’t wearing one of his coats with the blasted Medean-cut bell sleeves that got in the way of a sword, but that he’d worn a cape instead—not a long cape like the Magus wore (that would be impractical, too), but more like the nice short cape favored by Relius—and made a mental note, as he thwacked his Medean opponent on the head with the flat of the sword, to speak with his tailor as soon as he got home.
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Date: 4/4/12 04:13 am (UTC)I cannot except this," ragged the queen, "I cannot except a thief barging threw my palace, accept when he is about to be napped!" Teleus blinked.
Ahem.
"Safety is an allusion, Costis," the king said seriously.
"An allusion to what?"
Eugenides sighed. "Forget it. You clearly cannot keep up with me. I am ominousness, after all. I know everything!"
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Date: 4/4/12 12:23 pm (UTC)Haha, that's the point, I know. But I couldn't help it. Maybe I shall try my hand at some awful opening lines later....
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Date: 4/5/12 12:33 am (UTC)Sejanus silently searched for a slippery, slimy snake to slip between silk sheets to scare the silly King senseless.
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Date: 4/5/12 04:22 am (UTC)The Thief fought to extricate the mountain-wrought Gift he had sought and successfully brought embezzled beneath the base of his bedazzling braid - a clever plot, he thought - but unkempt as he was, it got caught, so maybe knot.
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Date: 4/6/12 12:17 am (UTC)Here's one for The Thief:
I sat in despair and once again turned my weary thoughts, like an ever-returning pendulum, to the fact that my cell in the prison of the king of Sounis had truly become what a cell is, penning me in, and it didn't help a jot to think that every single brutally boring second I was here on its dank floor was due to my own vain machinations.