[Janice D. Soderling]

This must be right up the alley for you guys and gals.

Who can write the best worst opening sentence for a novel?

Deadline April 15. Hop in there and wrinkle some noses, my funny bunnies.

http://www.bulwer-lytton.com/

“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.” — Edward George Bulwer-Lytton, Paul Clifford (1830)

(I do hope this hasn't been announced here previously. If so Jayne or John can magic wand it.)