Aw, c’mon, that’s not that bad, as subscribers to one of our sister publications (no names, no pack-drill) will know: Larry Brill of Austin, Texas is this year’s winner of the Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest to find the worst opening to an imaginary novel with As the fading light of a dying day filtered through the window blinds, Roger stood over his victim with a smoking .45, surprised at the serenity that filled him after pumping six slugs into the bloodless tyrant that mocked him day after day, and then he shuffled out of the office with one last long look back at the shattered computer terminal lying there like a silicon armadillo left to rot on the information highway.
