This week the theme suits the recent weather and also celebrates the lyrical brilliance of Bob Dylan.
But everyone knows about Dylan’s poetic prowess so I thought it was a good time to remind our writers of the annual Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest (too late to enter this year, alas). This annual competition award challenges participants, “to write an atrocious opening sentence to a hypothetical bad novel.”
https://www.bulwer-lytton.com/
It takes it’s name from Edward Bulwer-Lytton, whose famously purple opening sentence to his novel, Paul Clifford is appropriated by Snoopy in Charles M Shultz’s Peanuts cartoon. Snoopy endlessly tried to write a novel but despite his aspirations to literary greatness, always begins, “It was a dark and stormy night.”
Though it has become a joke, the sentence is not too bad in itself. The problem was that Bulwer-Lytton didn’t stop there. Here is the opening sentence in its full glory:
“It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents — except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness.”
The challenge laid down by the English department at San Jose State University is to write a similarly grisly opening sentence to an awful imaginary novel. This year the prize was won by Lisa Kluber of San Francisco:
“Her Dear John missive flapped unambiguously in the windy breeze, hanging like a pizza menu on the doorknob of my mind.”
Your prompt this week is not to write the worst opening sentence to an imaginary novel that you can (though you are very welcome to do so if you wish!) But to write something about sheltering while the storm rages about you howling like a banshee… in other words, an ordinary evening in the Hebrides in Autumn!)
Spencer
Too long!
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Shelter from the Storm
This year we have had a big storm
A pandemic of a storm
It started in the east and spread
To the west and north and south
It quietened down for a while
Then returned with a vengeance
People are having to shelter in their homes
Stay away from other people
The miniscule particles attach themselves
Inside other people’s bodies where
They multiply and leave to attack again
We are having to shelter
Self isolate and not travel to visit family and friends
Apparently it is safe to get some fresh air
Go for exercise away from other people
Who may be carrying and shedding the particles
Best to stay in the wind where
The tiny particles can be blown off course
Stop the particles from entering us
Then go and shelter at home
Live a hermit existence
The lucky ones amongst us have cars
They can shelter in them while travelling
To favourite haunts
Some us travel to town by public bus
As long we are protected and
Protect others by wearing face coverings
Perhaps meet with another person
And enjoy a meal and some company
Some of us live in an household and so
Are not alone
Whilst others of us do live alone
Cannot have people come in and chat
However there is the phone and the internet
We can keep in touch and there is
A new phenomenon called Zoom
We can communicate sheltered from the storm
Groups of us can have meetings
We can hold meetings
Discuss this and that
Learn Tai Chi or make collages too
Attend Bahai’i devotionals with people all over the world
Whilst we communicate by Messenger every day
Sending photographs or written words
And reply immediately
Write or draw our messages which
Our friends and family can retrieve at will
But some people have lost their livelihoods
Not everyone can work from home
So there is a panic in the land
As we all take shelter from the storm
For how long? Nobody knows.
Urszula
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