EXERCISE: Bulwer-Lytton Rides Again!
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writercisesOriginal Posting March 27, 2017
Oh, ho, to the purple prose we go! Over here
http://www.bulwer-lytton.com/2016win.html
you'll find a collection of the 2016 Winners and dishonorable mentions for the contest to see who can write like Bulwer-Lytton (of "It was a dark and stormy night..." fame).
Now, your job is to run your eyes across these beauties, and then pick one, and use at least the kernel of that as a seed to write your own sketch, scene, or even a whole story. I mean, take a look at this:
“Penguins, damnable penguins,” Cooperman muttered bitterly, staring hard into the maelstrom of cheap gin and bargain-basement vermouth swirling hopelessly in the low ball glass he held in his pale, doughy hand, the shards of rapidly melting ice crystals cruelly reminding him of those endless winter nights in the Antarctic weather station, and of Kwakina, with her lithe, lubricious figure, and tuxedo-feathered form.
One of the dishonorable mentions, but what does poor Cooperman dream about? And what is going to happen to the mismatched couple? Go on, you can tell us!
Pick one of these somewhat excessive bits, and make the core of it yours. Then tell us all about it!
tink
Oh, ho, to the purple prose we go! Over here
http://www.bulwer-lytton.com/2016win.html
you'll find a collection of the 2016 Winners and dishonorable mentions for the contest to see who can write like Bulwer-Lytton (of "It was a dark and stormy night..." fame).
Now, your job is to run your eyes across these beauties, and then pick one, and use at least the kernel of that as a seed to write your own sketch, scene, or even a whole story. I mean, take a look at this:
“Penguins, damnable penguins,” Cooperman muttered bitterly, staring hard into the maelstrom of cheap gin and bargain-basement vermouth swirling hopelessly in the low ball glass he held in his pale, doughy hand, the shards of rapidly melting ice crystals cruelly reminding him of those endless winter nights in the Antarctic weather station, and of Kwakina, with her lithe, lubricious figure, and tuxedo-feathered form.
One of the dishonorable mentions, but what does poor Cooperman dream about? And what is going to happen to the mismatched couple? Go on, you can tell us!
Pick one of these somewhat excessive bits, and make the core of it yours. Then tell us all about it!
tink