Our assignment was to write a short story, with this as the opening line: “Quentin has woken up.”
Carlton Songbird, The Whore’s Perspective.
“After all, you are an idiot, Timothy. You should bear that in mind. Always.”
Anderson Culpis, Rex and Rhonda—A Short Novel.
“All is lost! All is lost!” No. Everything was already lost. Quite before.
Charles Jeffrey Yett, Writing in Miniature—Vol. Three.
Philosophy: the persistent—sometimes rigorous—avoidance of stating the obvious.
W. Karl Bavinger, The Misanthrope’s Way With Words.
Modernism is poised—in all instances—at the brink of bad. It is always ready to be(come) bad.
Hudson Hume, A New Coat of Paint.
When I am amused, how close am I to disgust?
Jeremy Clyde, The Method of Non Sequitur.
What are we? What we always were. But now we are enabled in different ways.
Roger Hedgecook, Stolen and Sold for Parts.
“No, he won’t like it,” sighed Gladys. “He’ll have his reasons. And he will list them.”
Mark Anthony, The Tale of the Mirror.
Can anyone—anyone alive—be thanked enough?
Tanner Faust, A Scrapbook of Impertinent Interrogatives.
“The thing about rottenness is that it always seems so wonderful at first.” Grimshaw sometimes drifted into a muttering reverie about the scientific breakthroughs to come.
Jason Starling, ed., Adventures in Narrative Parsimony.
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