Cheryl\u2019s mind turned like the vanes of a wind-powered turbine, chopping her sparrow-like thoughts into bloody pieces that fell onto a growing pile of forgotten memories.<\/a> \u2013 Sue Fondrie<\/p>\nFor them that don\u2019t know, the B-LBWC (named for the novelist who actually began a novel \u201cIt was a dark and stormy night.\u201d) is held every year and the challenge is to write the worst opening sentence to a novel. Here\u2019s the winner of the Adventure category:<\/p>\n
\u201cFrom the limbs of ancient live oaks moccasins hung like fat black sausages \u2014 which are sometimes called boudin noir, black pudding or blood pudding, though why anyone would refer to a sausage as pudding is hard to understand and it is even more difficult to divine why a person would knowingly eat something made from dried blood in the first place \u2014 but be that as it may, our tale is of voodoo and foul murder, not disgusting food.\u201d \u2013 Jack Barry<\/p>\n
There\u2019s more where that came from. Lot\u2019s more.<\/p>\n