“How can I make a future for myself?” wondered Alex. “A fascinating future.”
Agatha Vox, When Everything Was Singing.
“A Closet Full of Shoes.” Nigel had determined the title of his short story. But beyond that, nothing.
Charles Jeffrey Yett, Writing in Miniature—Vol. Three.
“No, Mitchell. She is trying to pull the wool over her own eyes.”
Grace Phillipi, The Bliss City Murders.
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.
Nicholas Crisp, Unfit for Murder.
…here’s kindred of
Your whispered honestie….
Lionel 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.
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