Elevated language where none is needed. Overly flowery descriptions of the mundane that distract. Haughty verbiage where spare description would suffice. Maximum verbosity. I'd like to honor language on stilts that draws excessive attention to itself as it pertains to the decline and fall of civilization.
In other words, a little fun at literary expense. Naturally, I couldn't resist, so I whipped up a brief entry and posted it, thinking it would be fun to see what others come up with.
And… I won! To be fair, there was only one other entry, so I'm not sure this classifies as a grand prize of literature — well, especially not, given the nature of the writing involved — but still, I am now the proud possessor of a copy of Gerhard's newest book, Nineveh's Child, autographed by the author, and a t-shirt featuring the book cover. See above for a shot of yours truly in said t-shirt, trying to look all post-apocalyptic and such. Ok, I was having some fun with filters.
Diana glared, a gleam in her stymied eye, across the purpling sage-filled prairie, golden grains turning red as blood in the decaying light of a dying sun. She wearily lifted a slender, weather-beaten hand to her beetling brow, shielding her fractious gaze from that awful hue, searching determinedly for the slightest sign, the merest indicator, that the egregious enemy so heinously hid in any practical proximity to her present position. Well she comprehended the dire, desperate danger of being capriciously caught in the noxious night, food for the fearful fiends she distinctly despised.
Thanks again to Gerhard for a fun contest! I'm looking forward to settling down for a good read with Nineveh's Child.