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“Settling into the hedonist wallow.”  That’s how Conner thought of it.  Concerning his fellows.  And concerning himself.

Thaddeus Crewes, The Seven Long Years.

And whom was Edmund dodging, the reader might wonder?  Well, it was Miss Eileen Cummings.  Poetess.

Quentin Drabb, Ebenezer’s Untold Tales.

The internet is a place where words go to get drained of meaning.

Roger Hedgecook, Stolen and Sold for Parts.

Mr. Wilkins forecasts a future in which we shall see TV ads featuring actors who care.

Will Hewes, Little To Do.

So, if the character were explicit about his sexual activity, that would be like “honesty.”  And of course we deeply admire honesty.  Especially when we are being honest about our dishonesty.

Nigel Swarbrick, A Bootful of Nails.

Being peered at as though she were an item in a glass cabinet—this was Miranda’s fantasy.

Priscilla Onkers, All About Edward.

“Who gets that upset over something that is taken to be nonexistent?”  This was Adam’s thought.  Whispered to himself, not spoken aloud.

Chadwick Graves, Maoist Struggle Session and Other Stories.

“A terrible sack of the city ensued.”  Jack thought hard, almost in desperation.  How might he use such a phrase in his chats with Brenda?

Charles Jeffrey Yett, Writing in Miniature—Vol. Three.

Through a ragged door lay the miasma of the fish market, and there our Clarabelle did bravely stroll….

Hamilton Middle, Evenings in a Country Cottage.     (1822)

Todd could not stop babbling.  All morning long.  About the sparkling wonder that is a screenplay.

Griffin Poindexter, Particle Swarm Theory—More Stories.