“Stop right there,” growled Omar, pointing the revolver directly at Beth. “Come on, move!”
Ralston Dowd, A Spot of Bother.
“Oh come on, Mort! When I said your movie was garbage, I just assumed you would take that as a compliment.”
Wilson Phelps, Reaching Out.
“All this tip-toeing about. All this hinting. It just gets on my nerves, Mr. Ambrose.”
Anson Trimm, Carlos the Forgetful.
“Mostly, I yearn to be irrelevant. More than you could ever hope to know.”
Corinna Sparks, Turning to Stone.
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Andrew Tertullian, Pandora’s Ponderous Puns.
…not the meaning of words, but what it means to have words.
Amanda Willcoxen, ed., The Literary and Philosophical Fragments of Gregory James Sallust.
“I can tell when something is rotten, Amy. That is one thing I do know about the world.”
Benedict Elder, A Cosmopolitan Paradise.
“Typing out words is not thinking, James. Not quite. Not yet.”
Lawton Trumbull, The Three Days.
“It became evident to me that Barney had obtained singing lessons. Bad ones.”
Will Bestwyck, Letters From Mr. Palindrome.
There is something metallic about digital photos. Along with an almost legislated absence of flaws. They look like ads.
Roger Hedgecook, Stolen and Sold for Parts.
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