By Charlotte Herzele and Alan B. Combs. This evil little tale was our submission to this year’s (2002) Bulwer-Lytton bad writing contest. It did not win anything, so it was either too-badly good, or too-goodly bad — or something like that. We liked it a lot.

Perhaps the attendees would have had an inkling of their impending doom if they had only listened carefully to themselves as they cheered for Dominique and Maura Harris, their favorite participants in the Team-Stitchery Olympics, or if they had only listened to the sound of the troubled engine just before the airplane crashed into their pavilion, killing everyone and leaving behind only a faint echo of their cheers ringing among the ruins, “Sew, Dom, and go, Maura.”