Not-so-cunning linguists
This year's winner of the Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest:
Detective Bart Lasiter was in his office studying the light from his one small window falling on his super burrito when the door swung open to reveal a woman whose body said you've had your last burrito for a while, whose face said angels did exist, and whose eyes said she could make you dig your own grave and lick the shovel clean.
In a related vein- a throbbing, purple vein- is the 2006 Goku-Lytton Award for the Worst First Line in Erotic Fan Fiction.
Next year the Ministry fully expects to be competitive in either contest.
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You bet we do.
You bet we do.
It's lines like the one you quoted that keep trying splurt onto the page whenever I look at the serial story. Which, of course, is why I've so completely dropped the ball on that.
And having a note in my inbox entitled "Areolae" should help, but hasn't so far.
Oh, and having traipsed over
Oh, and having traipsed over to SA, per your link, this line contains a section likely to be one I'll use (with attribution) in the future: