While I'm on styles of writing, here's a passage:
Detective Bart Lasiter was in his office studying the light from his one small window falling on his super burrito when the door swung open to reveal a woman whose body said you've had your last burrito for a while, whose face said angels did exist, and whose eyes said she could make you dig your own grave and lick the shovel clean.It's the winner of this year's Bulwer-Lytton prize. Another top entry:
A single sparkling tear fell from Little Mary's cheek onto the sidewalk, then slid into the storm drain, there to join in its course the mighty waters of the Los Angeles River and, eventually, Long Beach Harbor, with it's state-of-the-art container freight processing facilities.I like that one even better.
[Originally posted on July 12.]