dennis scharnberg

better dead than read

Andrew Tertullian, Pandora’s Ponderous Puns.

We deserve the internet.

Roger Hedgecook, Stolen and Sold for Parts.

“There is no writer,” asserted L. W., “because there is no text.”

Giles Coxe-Coburn, Belief in Insects.

In a mere seven pages, Tildy had found a way to use the word “vivid” twelve damned times!

Quentin Drabb, Ebenezer’s Untold Tales.

“And what is Jennifer doing?” asked Brenda.

“I assume she’s staring at her phone,” Gerald quipped, with that bitter smirk on display.

Chadwick Graves, One Damned Thing After Another.

Deborah despaired that she might never succeed in working the word “Proustian” into a sentence.

Stephanie Biggers, Cat Farming in Nigeria.

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.