Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest

[Sean Hayden]

A lot of men take themselves too seriously, imagining the world is a lot smaller than it is and everyone's paying attention.

[rainbow]

A lot of men take themselves too seriously, imagining the world is a lot smaller than it is and everyone's paying attention.

Whatever...

[samphony]

Sarah gazed in the mirror. Her naked body chronicled her life. Scars that recalled the children that had been dragged unnaturally from her abdomen, competed with the vertical etchings of the stretching that had nearly torn her belly in two, to accommodate the dawn of their lives. A hashtag of silvery tissue.
Faded tattoos recorded the whims of youth, the rebellion of middle age and the yearning she had to reclaim her body with statements of her self. Who she was. But had she ever known?
This was now. A gift of a life still in existence. A casing that she had inhabited and would continue to lumber through life in, until her time came. To rest. To stop.
Who would want this now? Hell... she didn't even want it herself.
She turned away. Best not to look. Best not to feel. Best not to hope.

Pretty spectacular last post. RIP Stripes, you were very special.

Dev.

[Svartalf]

The soft spoken man opened his gob, and for it being quiet, there was steel in that voice

[Sean Hayden]

It was a night like all the others, dark.

[rainbow]

Peace broke out.
Arabs and Jews embraced and rebuilt an ideal society, where everyone was free, safe, and happy.

[Tero]

Sarah gazed in the mirror. Her naked body chronicled her life. Scars that recalled the children that had been dragged unnaturally from her abdomen...

Pretty spectacular last post. RIP Stripes, you were very special.

Dev.

Yes, sad. She had a way with words.

[Sean Hayden]

They took in the scene like vultures with a squirrel.

[Sean Hayden]

What he lacked in rhythm was made worse by his two peg legs.

[rainbow]

She found it mildly disappointing, not unlike her first experience riding a 50cc Zundapp.