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.
Wittgenstein’s “impure situation” means only that language is too interesting to be treated systematically.
Titus Musgrave, The Mystery of Sleep.
Jeffries was singing—more like whispering—some old ditty: “Always listen to Mother, girls….”
Allison Terew, The Shining Shifting Things.
Drysdale was toying with his bit of breakfast. And when Drysdale did this it could mean only one thing: Drysdale was thinking. Was, in fact, lost in thought.
Tristan Holyoke, A Tree Full of Monkeys.
“Happy once again, my dear Phyllis,” said Toby. “That’s what you shall be. If only you will please attend to my prescriptions. To my modest advice.”
Quentin Drabb, Ebenezer’s Untold Tales.
“To tell all that took place would fill another volume—a very large one indeed.” So said that all-knowing narrator, in a self-exculpatory tone.
Sebastian Sleeve, The Random Walk and Other Stories.
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