Gregory wanted to hit something made of steel, and hit it hard, but he couldn’t find anything. The polished oak of his grandfather’s desk had to serve.
Trent Bendix, Patricia Knows Best.
After visiting the Barnett Newman retrospective, Wallace had these words only: “Bold. Large. Courageous.”
Anselm Bligh, A Collection of Miniatures.
A few things are worth remembering.
Godfrey Tooke, Collected Aphorisms.
“I cannot recall the fellow’s name, Jenny, but I do recall that he seemed to be obsessed with an old card game called Beast.”
Bertram Worcester, The Smiling Killer.
“Sometimes I wish I could help them destroy everything,” said Michael. “Just to get it bloody over with.”
Thaddeus Crewes, Crowded Evil World.
“I have an excellent art practice,” said Carl in a low mechanical voice. “I have an excellent art practice. I have an excellent art practice. I have an excellent….”
Pryce Cummings, Rattle Box.
“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.
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