Disappointed to hear that there will be no more Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contests. I think I was just about ready to submit my entry, which would have been as memorable as that time when Janet was getting ready to go to her friend Pat's tenth birthday party and lost her skateboard under a passing M34 bus heading west along, of course, 34th Street; as she watched the skateboard crushed beneath the wheels of the behemoth it gave her pause to consider her own mortality, allowing her to idly reminisce on how she lost last year's Spelling Bee on exactly that word, how could she have missed that last "y", that was such an easy word to spell, a gift, really, like the skateboard that she'd been planning to give Pat but wound up getting crushed, like dreams, under the wheels of a passing, oblivious, westbound M34 bus.










