“Come now, Evelyn. Everyone senses that things are falling apart. But sensing it and facing up to it are two separate matters.”
Nicholas Crisp, Unfit for Murder.
Recently, Charlie had begun the serious pursuit of a new form of literature. Something he called Talking to the TV.
Clifford Apogee, Draining the Pools—A Collection of Stories.
“What’s exciting, Mrs. Vickery, is to be even the very smallest part of a grand statistical array.“
Benedict Elder, A Cosmopolitan Paradise.
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Andrew Tertullian, Pandora’s Ponderous Puns.
“Allow me to introduce you to inescapable confusion,” said Hollingsworth. “Also known as Derrida’s Dream.”
Thaddeus Crewes, Crowded Evil World.
“It’s Trotskyism served on artisanal bread.” Alwyn’s assertion was both brief and opaque.
Anselm Bligh, A Collection of Miniatures.
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Andrew Tertullian, Pandora’s Ponderous Puns.
“God doesn’t exist, Margie.”
“That’s because He is not interested in existing.”
Allison Terew, The Shining Shifting Things.
“If you can claim victimhood,” muttered Eric, “then you are blameless.”
Corliss Archer, Boarding the Crazy Train.
Doorways exist to let things in. And the worst doorway of all is the one created by boredom.
Enos Slaughter, Speaking Out of the Ground.
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