Bulwer-Lytton contest entries

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As his mouth hungrily sought hers, she gasped as if drowning, her bosom surging above the jewel-encrusted stomacher, cast up by the storm within her like a pair of nacreous blancmages.
--Barry R. Paull

Comments

[cathedralcarver]

I'm a-gonna work the word "bosom" into my next fic. Yes. I am. Oh! And "jewel-encrusted." Yes. Wtf nacreous?

Ah, dear old Bulwer-Lytton. I honestly think some passages from my old fanfics could be in the running, seriously.