More Wretched Writing
From the Contest That Proves
"Nothing is so Powerful as a Bad Idea
Whose Time Has Come"

"Why, you silly little pussycat," he chuckled warmly, "of course I'll make love to you!"

--W. R. C. Shedenhelm, Ventura, California

With a curvaceous figure that Venus would have envied, a tanned unblemished oval face framed with lustrous thick brown hair, deep azure-blue eyes fringed with long black lashes, perfect teeth that vied for competition, and a small straight nose, Marilee had a beauty that defied description.

--Alice A. Hall, Fort Wayne, Indiana

Once upon a time there was a little boy--just like you!--name Jeff, and he lived in a yellow house with a big yard, along with his mother and father and sister and brother and his bunny rabbit (until it got loose and Mr. Koberly's dog ate it) and his goldfish (that his brother flushed down the toilet one day when he got mad at Jeff) and his puppy, Squitters, that ran in front of car just a few weeks after Jeff's mom had to go to the hospital for an operation (only the operation didn't work, and Jeff's mommy went to Heaven); but before Jeff got leukemia and died, he and his puppy had this exciting adventure . . .

--Cynthia Conyers, Warner Springs, California

Andre, a simple peasant, had only one thing on his mind as he crept along the east wall: "Andre creep . . . Andre creep . . . Andre creep."

--David Allen Janzen, Davis, California

"You can call it 'a celebration of life' all you want," said Snow White caustically to the seven little men looking up at her, "to me it sounds suspiciously like a gang-bang!"

--Robert F. Pollock, Newton, Massachusetts

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