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They were both virgins, they had never gotten laid before.



Oops, I wasn't going to post in here. Nothing to see here, move along....
"McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty Bag filled with vegetable soup."
I LOVE THIS! We could turn this into a Game! If any other Author can find a risible or badly written post in MY work (and I'm SURE they exist!!!!) I'd love to hear about it.... and rest assured that I will comb thru' that writer's work to find a similar faux-pas!!!! THIS COULD START WARS!!!! (Not really! But it could cause blushes!!!)
x S
The pancake batter looked almost perfect, like the morning sun shining on the cream-colored bare shoulder of a gorgeous young blonde driving 30 miles over the speed limit down a rural Nebraska highway with the rental car's sunroof open, except it had a few lumps.
He had the mysterious scent of a mysterious man who was on a mysterious journey through a mysterious land; in point of fact, he was quite an ordinary man, and his scent was water and soap, with some normal perspiration all mixed in, mysteriously.
The same GQP demanding we move on from January 6th, 2021 is still doing audits of the November 3rd, 2020 election.
As I snaked the sinewy fingers of my right hand, attached to my right arm, down the front elastic waistband of her spandex leggings, those same fingers soon came into contact with moist and course pubic hair which felt much like the wet sawgrass you might brush against in an Everglade's marshy swamp, after an afternoon Florida thunderstorm.
The same GQP demanding we move on from January 6th, 2021 is still doing audits of the November 3rd, 2020 election.
Not knowing what I was doing I continued doing it and suddenly in a whirling gblaze of shining light all seemed clear except it wasnt' since just as I was clearing the crud out of my eyes a bullfrog bellowed distracting me and sending my senses into overdrive I then knew that no matter where I was or where I was heading nothing would ever be the same again for me for all time except that a shitload of punctuation marks came reigning outta the nite ski like the revenge of a bad meal and I swore to never make the same mistakes agen fro all tyme well maybe not well cee.
As usual, Mr. Riddle came home from work, and, as usual, took the toy poodle, Fluffy, out for her walk, and, as usual, Fluffy "did her business" at the usual places, first at the bush, second, on the sidewalk, and third, in the grass, so that there, on the pavement, was evidence of Fluffy's evening sojourn: Mr. Riddle's little poodle's middle piddlle puddle.
As I finished my nineteenth beer, my cat, Cletis, meowed forlornly at me; I meowed, plaintively back - my dog, Shep, feeling left out, attempted to meow, but his mewling prompted both me and Clete to regurgitate this morning's 9-Lives Seafood Platter, all over Shep's fur coat, he being the dog he is, eagerly licked it off his hindquarters and ate it, I cracked open another Pabst and toasted our existence.
The same GQP demanding we move on from January 6th, 2021 is still doing audits of the November 3rd, 2020 election.
I just discovered this topic! Please tell me you are making these up, especially WMM! i haven't laughed this hard in ages! There should be some sort of contest to purposefully write the worst prose or story, perhaps just a few lines like most of the quotes here - honestly, i think it would be a lot harder then you think! smile

You can’t truly call yourself peaceful unless you are capable of violence. If you’re not capable of violence, you’re not peaceful. You’re harmless.

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"The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease."


why would you fry maggots in hot grease?? (giggling)



They aren't as much fun as cockroaches!

Oh NO! It was bad to stumble accross this thread while drinking coffee in a busy public place. Not only did my coffee end up all over my laptop and notebook but I was laughing so hysterically that someone came over to ask if I was okay and what was so funny. When I started to explain I just started laughing again. I had to pack up and leave because I was worried they were going to call the police or something. So here I am an hour later still laughing my head off in a hostel. Great Impression to make in a new town!
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In an earlier post, I mentioned the Bulwar-Lytton Bad Writing Contest. The web site is LOL funny. Here's the link--check it out. http://www.bulwer-lytton.com/2009.htm

Rumple Foreskin



I got this link from the same site http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2007/nov/27/awardsandprizes.badsexaward/print
Uncle was now as soft as a coil of excrement. She sucked on him nonetheless with an avidity that could come only from the Evil One - that she knew.


Her hand opened me. Then her hand became a wing. Then everything about me became a wing, a single wing, and she was the other wing, we were a bird. We were a bird that could sing Mozart.
Mine are from the Worst Writing Awards of 2008. I just love 'em.

Her lips were full and wanting in the kind of way that your tongue anticipates the happy burn of Hunan beef followed by the cooling swill of cheap beer, but never a malt liquor, as that would bruise the delicate tang of monosodium glutamate, the kind that only Sue Hong uses, that probably exacerbates her water retention, causing her lips to be unnaturally full and plump and always thirsty.
LOL. Most of the examples are funny and golden, but when I think of wretched I think of seeing far worse.

I once forced Myself to read a story by someone who gave Me a glowing review on one of My stories posted to another site. It was one of the worst things I ever read. I though to be fair I would try another of his stories, and the result was so bad I could not finish, and found I would rather saw My own testicles off with a butter knife than try to read another sentence.

That would be My own personal definition of Weally Wretched Writing.

-MV
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I just discovered this topic! Please tell me you are making these up, especially WMM! i haven't laughed this hard in ages! There should be some sort of contest to purposefully write the worst prose or story, perhaps just a few lines like most of the quotes here - honestly, i think it would be a lot harder then you think! smile


I invent all of my own weally wretched writing, Sprite. It comes naturally to me. Sadly.
The same GQP demanding we move on from January 6th, 2021 is still doing audits of the November 3rd, 2020 election.
"As my nipples were being twisted, teased and tormented, my arse was drilled, probed, manipulated and manhandled which antagonized my boiling testicles, coaxing explosions of my penis as a scarce upwelling of molten manjuice erupted flagellate organisms to capitulate my planetary orbit shifting climax!!!!"
The same GQP demanding we move on from January 6th, 2021 is still doing audits of the November 3rd, 2020 election.
"Mike Hummer had been a private detective so long he could remember Preparation A, his hair reminded everyone of a rat who'd bitten into an electrical cord, but he could still run faster than greased owl snot when he was on a bad guy's trail, and they said his friskings were a lot like getting a vasectomy at Sears."
"For the first month of Ricardo and Felicity's affair, they greeted one another at every stolen rendezvous with a kiss--a lengthy, ravenous kiss, Ricardo lapping and sucking at Felicity's mouth as if she were a giant cage-mounted water bottle and he were the world's thirstiest gerbil."

--Molly Ringle, Seattle, Washington (2010 Winner) -- worst opening line for a novel.
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Oh god this thread is hilarious!
If you ever want a good laugh, check out sexstoriespost.com and myinceststories.com. This is where I got my start writing, and although there are a few standout writers, they are mostly awful. The fact that they spel liek tihs doesn't help either.
"Don't forget your penis cream."
-Eugene Levy
Example: "She's getting quite good at it, and everytime, I feed her womb some more of my sperm, just to make sure she's nice and pregnant. No harm there, since she already is." There are worse.
"Don't forget your penis cream."
-Eugene Levy
I feed her womb some more of my sperm


Now I'm going to look for that phrase in a new story. I'm sure it's "coming".
He then coursed through the phone book, seeking male escort services, as he sought a little something different. It turned out to be, with his fading eyesight, he'd called a taxidermist by mistake who told him to "get stuffed" upon hearing his proposal.
The difference between night and day is like when the sun is on the other side of the planet, a hurricane or cyclone or monsoon has rolled in over your head or a full moon that isn't really full because you can't it reflecting light is eclipsing our solar source...making everything dark like night, instead of light, like day.
The same GQP demanding we move on from January 6th, 2021 is still doing audits of the November 3rd, 2020 election.
I read the first page of posts, and was all, "But I LIKE crap analogies!".

And then I read the second page.

Oh dear god.

I'm not sure whether to worry about my own writing, or be so glad other people are this bad!
Ut incepit fidelis, sic permanet.

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As I finished my nineteenth beer, my cat, Cletis, meowed forlornly at me; I meowed, plaintively back - my dog, Shep, feeling left out, attempted to meow, but his mewling prompted both me and Clete to regurgitate this morning's 9-Lives Seafood Platter, all over Shep's fur coat, he being the dog he is, eagerly licked it off his hindquarters and ate it, I cracked open another Pabst and toasted our existence.


Sounds like Bukowski....
This thread is amazing. I'm sitting in my nice quiet office cubicle with tears running down my face... shit, now I'm too paranoid to even finish this post!
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Sounds like Bukowski....


Bu-who? This old, dead bastard? Bukowski often spoke of Los Angeles as his favorite subject. In a 1974 interview he said, "You live in a town all your life, and you get to know every bitch on the street corner and half of them you have already messed around with. You've got the layout of the whole land. You have a picture of where you are.... Since I was raised in L.A., I've always had the geographical and spiritual feeling of being here. I've had time to learn this city. I can't see any other place than L.A."

One critic has described Bukowski's fiction as a "detailed depiction of a certain male fantasy: the uninhibited bachelor, slobby, anti-social, and utterly free", an image he tried to live up to with sometimes riotous public poetry readings and boorish party behaviour.

I can only wish I have lived half as well as Bukowski...Actually, I was channeling Scooter that day. I had some empty coffee canisters I was beating on with with some drumsticks I fashioned out of metal clothing hangars! The cops were called on me, to enforce the quiet zone and after a few Pabst's they even joined in with other musical instruments we created from cleaning supplies under my kitchen sink!

The neighbor lady who called the cops decided to come over, drank a few brewskis...made amends and performed in impromptu strip tease on top of my big screen tv set top. Somewhere around here, I still have her size 18 panties, which I proudly exhibit and fly every April Fool's day.


The same GQP demanding we move on from January 6th, 2021 is still doing audits of the November 3rd, 2020 election.