The 2005 results of the annual Bulwer-Lytton contest are here. The contest awards bad writing, in particular, the worst opening sentence you can possibly do for a novel. The contest's namesake wrote, "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."

Teeheehee. Makes me feel better about my writing.