Here are the last two pieces of whimsical fun I had, attempting to win the Bulwer-Lytton competition for bad fiction. I really enjoyed writing them and I hope you really enjoy reading them. Why aren’t they bad enough to win? Oh well. I just have to accept it. (sigh)
Adventure
Suspended over a thousand-foot drop to a tomato-sauce landing on a tablecloth of rock he struggled to maintain focus, feeling the sweat on his hands, not daring to look up to where nimble as a monkey she led the ascent, and he promised himself that if he ever got out of this alive he would never agree to go naked mountain climbing with her again.
Children’s Literature
Who’s the scaredy-cat?” said the Dragon to Pussilanimity-Jane in his fiercest voice and she broke out into such a fusillade of weeping and sobbing and screaming and screeching that he finally exploded in a ball of fire in a distant corner of the cave, which is when she rang the boys on her mobile and told them to come and get the treasure.