Angry young women with chopped blue hair, nose rings, and angular tattoos shouting shouting shouting shouting shouting….
Rhonda Carstairs, A Bad Case of the Whim-Whams and Other Stories.
…advocating social organization that is based on fantasy.
Anthony Scowling, The Beat Paradigm.
Gwen persisted in nagging Philip about the van Dyke beard. And he kept saying, “You leave it alone and it will leave you alone.”
Trent Bendix, Grieving for Margaret.
The illusion of inexhaustible resources leads inevitably to moral giantism.
Nigel Swoone, Old Theories of Time.
Now, using your thumbs, key in the following words: “I am not an idiot.”
Griffin Poindexter, Particle Swarm Theory: More Stories.
At some point, Mr. Alwyn came to believe that he could talk reality into existence.
Chadwick Graves, One Damned Thing After Another.
“In Diana’s case,” said Watson, “being factually correct is strictly an accident.”
Carla Marks, The Murder Matter.
Everything appears to be solid, and decades seem to last so long. But these institutions all round us have the lifetime of mayflies.
Winston Joyce, Rational Agent Theory.
The sky, or some substantial portion of it, was falling….
Victoria Salt, A Compendium of Opening Lines.
“Lies we go for with enthusiasm,” said Grimshawe. “Anything but the truth, old thing. Give us lies!”
Silas Burbage, The Adventurous Half-Life of Buddy Boyo.
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