For July’s blog chain, the members at Absolute Write chose to have their own version of the the Mini Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest. This means that participants must try to write the worst possible first line of a book or story in the spirit of “It was a dark and stormy night…” Bulwer-Lytton. In this case, ‘worse’ is subjective, but florid and ridiculous purple prose is probably closest to the spirit of the thing. Here is a page of examples if you need ’em.
So, here is my debacle. Believe it or not, I actually wrote this many years ago when my novel was in its infancy. Thank heavens I’ve grown as a writer since then.
A bitter wind navigated southward over the dismal highlands of the North Country, sailing briskly across the fertile landscape while dark, billowing clouds sheathed the sickle moon; a thickly woven mist wormed its milky flesh over the moorlands, and high atop the wooded summit, the resplendent Gyllen Castle, with its delicate ivory spires and majestic towers, materialized within the fog as a formidable apparition, its hundreds of arched stone eyes staring out onto the pitch-black lands below.
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