Some rejected “band names”:
Tessa Fielding and Constance Gogarty, A Book of Lists.
“Just listen, Deborah. It’s not about old paintings. Not entirely. Any kind of image can serve. It is really all about transport.”
Lawton Trumbull, The Three Days.
“Do you play golf at all, Dennis?”
“Miniature golf. In my head.“
Marston Moore, Sweet Meteor of Death.
The doubt of the skeptic is directed only outward. It is a display.
Tanner Holtz, Remembering, an Introduction.
“You make me seem a horrible person,” uttered Tom, in a theatrical voice. “Well, maybe you are horrible,” replied Emily. Tom pretended to be stunned, before stating quite solemnly that he could produce at least a dozen people who would disagree firmly with that imputation.
Connor Archibald, Nothing in Particular.
“Ugly is the new beautiful,” whispered Tanner, so smoothly.
Deane Horsewald, Grift-O-Rama.
Looking upon her for the first time, as she stood in a doorway, he whispered, “I know that girl.” But what he actually thought was that he already loved her. That he had loved her before. Somehow, and somewhere, he had loved her before.
Will Dowland, World Without End.
Joan Jett’s nearly forgotten early masterpiece: “I Admire Rock ‘n’ Roll”.
Carter Seagraves, The Realm of Anti-Humor.
“Artist retreat? Why would an artist need a retreat? Being an artist is a retreat.”
Chase Tipton, Enjoying Prison Pizza.
“But what does pizzazz mean?”
“It means sex, Wilkins, just like all the other words.”
Haskell Wexler, Paradise, the Novel.
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