cleverness contest winner
Kenneth was hoping for a nice soft meteor. The kind that don’t hurt.
Anselm Bligh, A Collection of Miniatures.
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Kenneth was hoping for a nice soft meteor. The kind that don’t hurt.
Anselm Bligh, A Collection of Miniatures.
Orange proves that red and yellow do not exist. Cannot exist.
Godfrey Tooke, Collected Aphorisms.
In 1967, Harold declared himself a Maoist. Though few people seemed to notice.
Thaddeus Crewes, Crowded Evil World.
Not all feedback is constructive.
Godfrey Tooke, Collected Aphorisms.
“…and that’s not who I am anymore, believe me,” said Hodges. As though we just choose who we are, at any particular time.
Herbert Fallowes, Unfit for Murder.
…here’s kindred of
Your whispered honestie….
Lawton Troost, The Foole’s Felicitie. (1590)
Priscilla Fanning, Fragments From the Elizabethan Stage.
At home, combed my head.
Lute till late,
And so to bed.
Patrick Malmsey, Verse.
All we can expect is the relentless creation of “literariness.” A product to be consumed and then discarded. A never-ending cleverness contest.
Clifford O. Mounce, A Portable Darkness.
“Never talk to an angry dog, Janice. Just move along.”
Jane Chetwynde, The Have-Not Faradays.
“Will reality prove itself to me today?” Jack wondered. “Is it just round the corner?”
Jason Starling, ed., Adventures in Narrative Parsimony.
